Prozac…. I need Prozac

In the Twenty First century, style trumps substance, even if that substance is substantially subterfuge.

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I am not thinking clearly; I am terribly distressed.  I have recurring nightmares; I can’t stop perseverating.  I can’t watch Chris Matthews or Rachel Maddow.  I turn off NPR.  No, I didn’t put my hand in my power saw again.   I watched the debate.  My lord, I am suffering from PTDSD, post traumatic debate stress disorder.

Mitt? Mitt?

Hubristically I declared in my last  article that debates rarely matter and likened them to over- hyped professional wrestling matches.   Who would have thunk that when confronted with a well-prepared, truth- be-damned Romney, the President would perform like an overtired, wedding-anniversary-celebrant debilitated by altitude sickness?  It happened, and I am devastated.  “Mitt” –  can you imagine a President Mitt?


Okay,  Obama lost a debate, life should go on.  After all, I have a great wife, good kids and perfect grandkids. Yet truth be told, I am incapacitated by fear.  I am overwhelmed by the horrifying thought that post-debate Obama will lose; Romney will win, and our government will be in the control of deranged paranoid nincompoops.

Wait, “deranged paranoid”!  My god, I am a deranged paranoid, and so are many of Romney’s base.  But we are deranged paranoid polar opposites.

Control Yourself

They are afraid of change; change they cannot control. They are afraid of living in a country inhabited by people of different skin tones.  They distrust the unfamiliar.  They fear gay couples being their neighbors.   They are afraid America won’t be the mightiest military nation in the world.  They are panic-stricken when science informs us that our planet is in distress; that we had better change our ways and curb our appetites.  They are terrified that their little daughters will reject abstinence in favor of those pills and rubber thingees.  They are deeply afraid of a modern world where science trumps religion, and solutions are complicated.  They yearn to go back to a world that no longer exists and perhaps never existed.  They seem to yearn for a return to the Ozzie and Harriet world of the 1950’s. But perhaps, they would most prefer to wake up in 1773 and witness the real Boston tea party.

Perfect Romney Look-a-Like Family Portrait


It appears to this writer that the only hope for human survival, let alone prosperity, is to be creative, to be scientific, to value new thoughts and solutions, and to expand opportunity.  But for my opposite deranged paranoids on the right side of the aisle, the solution is to retract, to annul and to repress.  The framers of our constitution were the brightest of their time.  They were original thinkers and scientists; they composed a ground -breaking instrument that was both radical and malleable for the future.  Here comes that PTDSD again…. Mitt, not Mitt!

Obama, by all accounts failed on style during his debacle debate.   Pundits say his “substance” was passable, but Romney excelled on style.  In the Twenty First century, style trumps substance, even if that substance is substantially subterfuge. .(Note: PTDSD often causes excessive alliteration)  Terrifyingly , Obama seemingly failed to take modernity into account, and thus Romney’s floundering campaign morphed into a  viable one.  Will my country be viable with a lie-able President Romney?

I’m Style … He’s Substance

The nightmare:  If Mitt is elected, the odds are that he will get to appoint one to three Supreme Court justices.   If that occurs, I would suggest that we formally rename our highest judicial body The Supremely Conservative Court.  I fear this court’s mission would likely be to annul, repeal and repress decisions that have provided opportunity to so many, and allowed this country to become a nation of modernity.   It is only by the will and dint of our courts that minorities and women have gained a voice, that dissenting views could be heard, that science is not silenced by superstition, that the worker and the accused are protected, and the power of the wealthiest people and institutions are held in check.

For those of you who have any doubt.  I give you Justice Scalia’s words uttered a few days ago,

God Bless the 18th Century

“The death penalty? Give me a break. It’s easy. Abortion? Absolutely easy. Nobody ever thought the Constitution prevented restrictions on abortion. Homosexual sodomy? Come on. For 200 years, it was criminal in every state,” Scalia said at the American Enterprise Institute.

Imagine a court with six Scalia-like justices; now you know what PDTSD feels like.   Prozac, anyone?

Last word…. Please, please Joe give em’ hell; I   need a break.

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