Americans are first-class spinmasters. They thrive on theatrics and hyperbole. Politicians, a sub-specie, are addicted to a theatrics loaded with non sequitors which leads to torpor street, a candyland where up is down and the lamb eats the lion.
    The late Reagan was the ninth inning of the World Series, the Yanks trailing by a run, Jorge Posada (a painfully slow loper) the runner at third, the passed ball stopped in the dirt halfway to the backstop and the third base coach inexplicably mum.
    Freezing life there over and over again is essential for modern-day political ascension and continued success. Life for a great leader consists of small, dramatized sound bites to lull us into dreamworld. A dreamworld which dramatizes the neutral and chops up the commonplace events of modernity into points of crisis.
    Each crisis in return leads to a staged event displaying our royal sovereign sprinkling prowess and wisdom dust over the affectionate, do-nothing flock of dumbbells. And always this absurdity is set in a backdrop of army generals decorated with every heart imaginable doing their verbal gymnastics to make it perfectly obvious to the scum of this fetid planet just WHO is in charge.
    Every "May God bless America" announced by a President is just another shake of theatrics. It's boastful, its arrogant, it's insolent, it's presumptuous, it's immoral.....because Americans assume that they, and only they, are annointed and divinely blessed by the Creator.
    Let's leave the halftime shows for the gridiron, not the funeral of our leaders. We honor them most by serving society rather than deifying them for having served.