Mark Foley: Tackling the Issues.

Forget North Korean nuclear tests. Forget the Iraq war debate. Never mind Anna Nicole's sons' suspicious death.

We have a perverted congressperson.

Lay aside, dear readers, your worries about the border, Social Security, terrorism, religious fundamentalism and T.O.'s attempted suicide. Concern yourself not with the mundane worries of the work-a-day world.

There's a (cyber) sex scandal in the Halls of Power. The Earth quakes with the weight of it. Indecency! Perversion! Stop the presses! There's a filthy, sick politician afoot! Oh, the Humanity!

Something about the blogosphere just fails to lend itself to biting sarcasm being dropped into an endless pit of cold, dark cynicism. What a wonderful story to feed the Entertainment Tonight-blotted minds of the sheep. What a lovely fairy tale to tell the kiddies (particularly if both you and they want to have nightmares.) Why fear terrorists, when our own children can be propostioned in the very heart of our own government? Keep the kids in the basement until they're 35, Security Moms... they are safe with no one anymore.

The only people who are safe in 2006 are... why, politicians, of course. They are safe from having to answer for their failures and safe from having to define their positions (other then the position that they are very, very anti-pedophile, and who can disagree with that?) They are safe, once again, from having to educate the public in any meaningful way and safe from having to be educated about that which they speak. And the media is safe, too. Safe from having to editorialize about oil futures and market pressures. Safe from having to investigate mundane issues like the cost of government subsidized healthcare and the cost of government subsidized retirement. Safe from having to explain the subtle intricacies of International and Constitutional law.

And thank God, too. That shit soooooooo puts me to sleep!