THE LAND OF THE MISDEED, THE HOME OF THE DEPRAVED

Elect convicted felons and name municipal buildings after them; cheer performing rapists; honor deceased, overdosed junkies on our postage stamps; create a national holiday for a womanizing plagiarist; and offer up celestial mourning for a low-down, sleazy pedophile that apparently died the death of a junkie.

Lately I happened to be in a physician's office, where, as often happens, a television set was blaring. That day the entertainment was Michael Jackson's, Jackoff's, funeral, which resembled an interpolation somewhere between a concert in New Orleans and O.J. Simpson's flight from his pair of murders. What was most repellent, however, was the heroic effort of the whole team of commentators to sanctify a man as described above. Why such attention in mid-afternoon? I could only conclude that his popularity lay chiefly among those lacking jobs.

Once again our entertainment media exhibit the U.S. as a zone of no standards, whatsoever, and one can only conjecture how long it will be until that jerk is also on a stamp. In his case, it might not be a success, for many people would be spitting on the wrong sides.

One can judge a country by the stature of those it chooses to elevate. Brethren and Sistern, we done been judged! More and more often we is the bottom of the cistern.

Y.C.