I am really bothered by our national obsession with moral failings, but our easy acceptance of . . .

[Stinky The Clown]

. . . . criminal and near-criminal activity that has thousands, hundreds of thousands, even millions of victims.

The news that's heating up these days is the tale of John Edwards.

Yesterday it was Arnold and the maid.

Newt and his series of dalliances and denials.

Jesse Jackson.

Eliot Spitzer

Kennedy

Eisenhower

ETC.




As a nation, it seems we go looking, and looking *hard*, to find this sort of shit. Meanwhile, someone fucked with the mortgage system and lots of people today are essentially ruined as a result. Yet the gangsters who did this are about to embark on a this year's "season" in the Hamptons. War is a racket and the racketeers keep on keeping on, with virtually no oversight. Yet there we go, creating reason to build more war devices. In the middle of it all, people die to keep the racket alive.

But stray and errant penises get our national attention.

Stray and errant penises have brought down governments. Google "Profumo" to read about one such event from half a century ago.




And yet, real thugs, thugs who break kneecaps (more figuratively than actually), continue their activities unabated and unmolested.





I do not give a fat fuck about who is fucking (in the sexual sense) who.