Those Were the Days, vol. mxcvii

Another site put up an accurate and depressing post today about how our country's driver's seat is occupied by a cadre of war-loving idiots who are quickly motoring us down Bankruptcy Blvd. to an inevitable dinner reservation at Chez Shit where we will be forced to nibble on the dry bones of our disemboweled democracy and listen to a non-stop Lee Greenwood floor show before being put to work cleaning the toilets of our Indian and Chinese masters with the dollar bills that are now more useful as handi-wipes than they are as currency. Maybe I elaborated a little, but that was the general gist.

As I read it in disgust and embarassment, I was suddenly filled with an unbearable nostalgia for a simpler time, when all America had to worry about was the imminent destruction of our way of life by malfuncioning computers. In hindsight, all the preparations seem unbelievably cute.

Man, we had it so damn good and we didn't even know it.