Mudwrestling with Kabayeva and Lewinsky

That's the problem with your generation, dude.   A total bunch of slackers; now they are running the country and look what happens.  They are all talk and no action.   Slouching along without any purpose until 9/11 and then all hell brakes loose.  They resort to the most obscure form of tribalism.   All this rallying around the totem pole while taking viagra.

Now we have slacker leadership which consists of throwing ideas against the wall and waiting to see what sticks.  The opening bout of tonight's card:   Kerry v. Lavrov.    As the two square off over Syria, we see Kerry drawing various lines in the sand and daring the cagey Russian to cross them.   Without hesitation, the Russian crosses them.   And somewhere in the realm of the not yet dead, Mr. Kissinger rolls over in his crypt.

"Burn Me!" I exclaim, as I revel in the complexity of my organism.   Its all about the outliers.   The cells that don't follow the pack and allow the organism to evolve.   Without them, there would be no innovation.   We would all be automatons.   Or worse, we would all be lawyers. 

Keep in mind, however, that any attempt to impose order on the complex system can only be accomplished with irrational means.  And for the first time in my life, I begin to hear the faint stirring of totalitarian voices in the discourse.   They proclaim that the Chinese and Russians don't have all the deadlock we do because of the failure of capitalism in the Post-Modern Age. 

The Investors were not even particularly intelligent.   They made up for that with a cast-iron gall and a magpie's lust for shiny loot.  They were simply too greedy to become confused.  They knew what they wanted, and that was their critical advantage.

But this was all politics.   Like my own mortality, it meant so much to me once.   It was all I had left of my old life, my old convictions.   Now my mechanical arm covers up a deeper reptilian musculature.