Television writer David Simon bemoans the Mittlessness of it all:
I can’t get over the absurdity of this moment, honestly: Hey, I never paid less than thirteen percent. I swear. And no, you can’t examine my tax returns in any more detail. But I promise you all, my fellow American citizens, I never once slipped to single digits. I’m just not that kind of guy.
This republic is just about over, isn’t it?
I sense the honor of America's rolling absurdity is being challenged. I hasten to defend it.
Was the republic over when small-government, limited-executive, tea-partying President Jefferson almost single-handedly doubled the geographic size of the United States? Was the republic over when the South demonstrated its fidelity to the U.S. Constitution by leaving it? Was the republic over when we installed Rum, Romanism and Rebellion in the White House--twice, no less--or readied our doomed kitchens for a chicken in every pot or suffered through the law-and-order administration of that criminal Dick or daily sat spellbound over carpet-bombing coverage of one president's impeachable blow job?
No sir, Mr. Simon, this republic isn't about over. Absurdity? It's the "A," in the ever-rolling U.S. of A.