Virgil

The country has become one synchronized, disgusting reality TV show.

We have what was once a hero general caught with his pants down with a girl (actually a married woman) whose name sounds like it came out of a James Bond movie.

We have another general—our commanding general in Afghanistan—having the time to send hundreds of emails to a “Florida socialite hostess,” presumably while soldiers are being killed.

We have the seductress James Bond girl from the first general sending emails to the second general warning him that the Florida socialite was a “seductress.”

We have that once great general, now the head of the CIA, our spy outfit, spied upon by the FBI over spilled security lapses because of his relationship with the James Bond girl. Doesn’t the head of our spy outfit understand that emails are monitored?

We have FOUR DEAD AMERICANS killed at our embassy in Benghazi, Libya supposedly over a movie that supposedly upset Muslims.

Or wait, the FOUR DEAD AMERICANS it turns out weren’t killed by a mob over the movie but by Al Qaeda on the anniversary of 9-11. It was all a lie.

We have the head of national security go out for an entire week, including five news shows in one day, and promulgate the lie that the attack was by a flash mob over a movie.

We have the President of the country on some occasions claim the attack was over the movie and on other occasions claim he said it was not, all depending on what his political needs are at the moment.

We have a news media who suppressed the Benghazi story—a story of the first ambassador to be killed in the line of duty in over thirty years, and killed by Al Qaeda on the anniversary of 9-11 no less—so that the president would not have it as an issue during his re-election.

We have economic reports just before the election of an improving economy and suddenly—surprise, surprise—after the election it’s all revised downward.

We have a country where in August for the first time in the country’s history the United States Federal Credit rating was lowered, the raters citing a budget debt that was out of control.

We have an electorate who despite the miserable four years of the miserable economy, despite the lowered credit rating, despite record deficits, despite the jobless situation, despite a Senate that has not passed a budget in three years just went out and voted for the same President, the same Senate, and the same House of Representatives for a complete status quo. What’s that definition of insanity and repetition and expecting something different?

We have a President whose sole mandate from the election seems to be that he promised college girls (not college boys, mind you, because they are not in his winning coalition demographic) free contraceptives so they can have all the sex they want and grow up to be just like the James Bond girl and Florida socialite.

We have a country where the President, the Senate, and the House of Representatives completely avoided any real negotiated fiscal plan in lieu of a phony “fiscal cliff” deal where automatic budget cuts will devastate the economy even further if a deal isn’t reached, just so they could push off tough decisions until after the election. We wouldn’t expect responsibility to interfere with being re-elected, would we?

And now that their irresponsible strategy has worked—the President, the Senate, the House of Representatives all re-elected despite the miserable four years of the miserable economy, despite the lowered credit rating, despite record deficits, despite the jobless situation, despite a Senate that has not passed a budget in three years—the leaders of this country will come up with a solution to the fiscal cliff and the fawning media will heap praises upon praises for solving a problem the politicians created in the first place.

We have a culture where every night on TV there is some reality show promoting a group of sluts and pigs or TV sitcoms where every thirty seconds an unfunny sex joke is made over what was once inappropriate sexual mores.

We have a culture where the most hit websites are porn sites, where the porn industry makes—gasp—11,000 porn films a year, and where prostitution is now openly advertised, albeit using code words.

I don’t begrudge poor people needing assistance, but there is something wrong when one in six Americans are on food stamps, one in five on public assistance, two workers supporting every social security retiree, millions receiving unemployment benefits, and millions of college graduates living at home without a job.

The President, the Senate, the House of Representatives, the generals, the CIA, the news media, our entertainment industry, and us, the American people, have failed this once great nation.

We have record numbers of people on some form of government dependence, food stamps at record levels, sex on every TV show and movie, failed marriages everywhere, kids and generals and other adults that hook up or shack up as if they are mating animals, porn blasted across all the internet, and over one million abortions a year—that’s over three thousand per day.

What we have here is the modern equivalent of bread and circuses. Food stamps and a circus of sex, dependency and pornography. Either one is involved in some illicit or cheap affair or entertained by someone else’s cheap affairs, all while the country goes to ruin.

And the thumbs up for life or the thumbs down for death isn’t for some poor slave gladiator. It’s for some innocent unborn child who happens to be conceived as a byproduct of the circus.



We have become a banana republic. I have never been more embarrassed for my country in my life time.

Ezra Pound said of his era that it was “an old b*tch gone in the teeth…a botched civilization.” I now know how he felt.