Television exists to sell you stuff. Like Cars, Soap, and Presidents.

It is with a tremendous sense of disappointment that I'm constantly reminded that the social structure of the American government has not risen beyond that of a third grade playground.

And the media is behaving like your average audience attending the taping of SAVED BY THE BELL, "oooohing" and "ahhhing" at every naughty bit.

For Days. For an amazing amount of time. So, I rephrase; it's like a third grade playground, but with the unfortunate side effect of having a pit bull-like attention span.

I swear to GOD that if the Congress of the United States paid as much attention to what your average American thought was important, we would be living in a kind of paradise. Instead, the dwell on keeping their own little garden of power, ignoring the true needs of their constituents, and they bicker and snipe about something somebody said and oooooh, he should resign.

Somewhere, in a Heaven dedicated to those Founding Fathers that we hold up as shining examples, who put to paper the standard on which we base every single choice (and I'm talking about the Constitution, not the Bible)...somewhere in the distance is the sound of those Founding Fathers retching.

And they're still talking about it. And in another thirteen seconds, somebody will die because they lack the ability to afford adequate health care.

I hope you realize that Nero Fiddled While Rome Burned is just a metaphor. In truth, Nero was so busy building monuments to himself that the Huns came down and kicked Rome's ass.

Fear Canada.