Western civilization seems to have a battered wife syndrome. Why do we insist on convincing the world that we are the bad guys over and over again? Guantanamo Bay, the reality show?
What’s next? Live Book Burning TV? Or nightly fireside chats with Professor Ward Churchill? Maybe an instructional series on proper Infidel decapitation technique? Maybe, instead of freaking out over Janet Jackson’s saggy breast, the letter writers amongst us could focus on a broadcast that is truly damaging. Uuugh!! Big breath… I relinquish the soap box.