What Are We Doing?

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Remember when Dan Quayle was basically ushered out of politics for spelling ‘potato’ wrong?

I think Howard Dean was done because he screamed weird.

When they threw a shoe at George W. Bush I was horrified (even though I wasn’t a fan) because he was the president of the United States and there should’ve been respect for the office.

And now?

The front runner for the Republican Party has a half-dozen indictments, including one for trying to overthrow the Democracy and another for stealing classified documents.

Yesterday one of the completely unqualified members of Congress brought porn to the floor in an effort to score political points by trying to embarrass the son of the sitting president.

What the hell happened?

And obviously, we cannot sustain such stupidity and expect to continue as a Democracy.

It’s embarrassing.

Not being able to do a damn thing about citizens being murdered in the streets is one thing. 

Having elected officials who appear to be as dumb as doorknobs is a whole ‘nother thing.

In the last election there was a lot of talk about the soul of the nation hanging in the balance.

Lately I’ve been wondering:

“What soul?”

Aren’t we better than this?

I thought we were.

The flag we fly stands for the things we will do as a nation as well as the things we won’t.

After yesterday’s spectacle…

…I’m beginning to wonder if there is a bottom.

Doesn’t appear to be.

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