America's Reset Button. (original) (raw)

I want the world to go back to Default and be as it once was, when Congress and the Supreme Court were admired and respected, no politician would publicly criticize the U.S. while overseas, and everybody knew that Hawaii was a state. That was when "Made in China" on the bottom of a teacup was thrilling, Persia was a far-away place of mystery and intrigue (ever heard of an Iranian rug?), and Made in America meant the product might even outlast the buyer.

Default U.S.A. was when news stories were triple checked before they were published, congressmen were satisfied with having a bridge named after them, and Supreme Court Justices applied common sense instead of politics to the laws of the land. Believe it or not, citizens were enthusiastically encouraged to vote, not discouraged by political henchbullies.

True, there was the occasional corrupt representative like Boss Tweed, but at least he only stole $1 billion from the public, mere bagatelle. Besides, we threw them out, unlike today where we reelect them even though they are insufficiently cool. Without a reset button, we�ll continue to allow media fear-mongering, greedy lobbyists, and lies, lies, lies everywhere. We can no longer believe what we read, we can�t believe photos, and I'm not sure we can believe what we're actually seeing. We�ll continue to applaud athletes who�d never make the big time without dope, decisions handed down by Supreme Court that seem anti-American, guns blasting innocent people, power-hungry moguls gobbling up our government, and news cycles that loop the same story until you go into a boredom-induced coma. Compared to today's scary shenanigans where our politicians are either rabid rabbits or Hannible Lecter, even Tammany Hall comes off like Mother Theresa.

What if _these_are the good old days?

So o.k, maybe, in self-defense, it�s time to limit �news� to my own home where I know the information is a ccurate. The cable went out, the Sprinkler System's on strike, my new laptop is dyslexic and �Save� means �Delete,� and my printer passed away yesterday. When household appliances and cars were made in the U.S.A., you died before they did.

When even that turned out to be depressing, I just gave up and shrank into my own head to ponder things like these: