This Just In: We May Not Be Living in a Democracy

Paul Krugman says that the fact that the Bush Administration lies all the time means that "our political system has become utterly, and perhaps irrevocably, corrupted." Ya think? Giving tax cuts to the rich and insisting they will help the poor, having the audacity to suggest that people who make too little money to even pay taxes are getting some kind of free ride, fighting a war to stamp out the threat of weapons of mass destruction that existed only in fabricated intelligence reports--perhaps things are in fact "irrevocably corrupted," or as they say in the military of which we are so very fond, FUBAR.

Krugman even goes so far as to point out the media's complicity in reporting that ""black is white and up is down." Yes, the government and the media appear to be collaboratively lying. I'd imagine that being at a Press briefing given by Ari Fleischer is a bit like falling down the rabbit hole. You decide to risk your plum job re-packaging lies for the general public and actually ask Ari Fleishcer if the Moron Puppet has told any horrible lies lately. Ari Fleischer says, "I am so insulted that you would insinuate that the [Moron Puppet] lies. Also, I would not speculate on whether he lies or not, as he is our virile commander and I am just his minion. I admire him greatly, though he is illiterate, because I am bald. Next question."

Not to harp on the homo-eroticism of the Moron Puppet's administration, but it really, really reminds me of high school sometimes. There were the alpha-males who played sports, and then the beta-males, usually nerdier, who followed them around, snarfing up their extra testosterone. The beta-male nerds would provide the alphas with physics and calculus homework in exchange for social capital and the occasional headlock. The halls of power, carpeted and hung with early American paintings though they may be, must reek faintly of disinfectant and locker interiors. Then there is the matter of the whole aircraft-carrier-landing crotch-shot situation, as aptly pointed out in the Village Voice recently. It's a very simple nightmare, really. The fratboys and their nerdy friends have bombs instead of Playstation.