Sorry, Sir, But We’ve No More Bullshit

This morning while shaving I was thinking.

Who stole our nation’s good, old fashioned phony-ness?

Bzzzzzz! My razor kissed my nose.

Who swiped our beautiful, dopey self-imposed credulity?

Bzzzzz! I extinguished a warlock’s hair growing on my forehead.

Forget the media. Forget Pee Wee Herman. I was forced to conclude that we’ve stolen our ability to bullshit ourselves from ourselves.

Okay, so my next thought was: “Why do we have to learn this the hard way?” Sure I was thinking of Tiger Woods but look around you—hell, there’s your neighbor who tried to sell his children on e-bay until the FBI showed up. (You can’t sell people, even in jest. And this is altogether correct as a law, human trafficking is a scourge, but really, can’t a man have some fun?)

Now all we have left in America is ugly, dopey self-imposed credulity. (The tea party types are a sufficient example.)

But beautiful, dopey self-imposed credulity is in short supply. “Like what,” you ask?

See? No one can remember.

I missed a hair. I have to go.

S.K.

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto