May 30, 2016 "Information Clearing House" - It’s no news the world has grown used to--and bored with---the pompously dingbat pronouncements with which those smarmy horses asses, our sorry “leaders”, have serially embarrassed us, if not themselves. One, from on high, you’ll remember--delivered like a eulogy--was “Assad must go!”

All the Executive Bozos jumped on that one, including our Manly Girls at the UN and the NSC, led by our Peace Prize himself, the Imperial Flim-flam Man, ranked with Demosthenes and Cicero by sycophants for his stagey pregnant pauses and the ability to finish sentences, rare in Presidents.

But, dang, it didn’t happen. Surprised? Every sententious American fatwa since Operation Enduring Haemmorhage has been vacuous trash talk, throughout a decade and a half of the most absurdly conceived and shamefully bollixed string of military clusterfucks in recorded history.

America leads the world in weapons production, public debt, and bullshit.

You heard the one about the invasion of Iraq “paying for itself”? Remember The Imperial Dumbell, playing pilot, landed on a carrier as cargo, tarted up like an extra from The Twilight Zone, with his “Mission Accomplished” sign? Then our ruling ninnies boldly ordered Putin out of Crimea. Take that, Vlad!

The turgid effluent of hogwash Obama and Kerry have emitted about our “mission” in Syria exactly matches the imbecility of U.S. actions there. One shining example: CIA jihadis actually fought Special Forces jihadis recently, Aunt Sam funding both. There never was, and can never be, justification for our villainy in that death-stinking charnel house our arrogance created.

And yet, in spite of Obama’s endless chain of baldfaced howlers, and his “finest fighting force the world has ever seen” having its ass handed to it bloodily and repeatedly by various tribesmen, bedouins, and zealots glad to die rather than be ruled, Americans go on swallowing the wrong pill.

Barnum and Mencken noted a national propensity for acting the rube, a sucker born every minute. And all types... Obama Suckers, plenty of those. And Trump Suckers, those ingrown doofuses who long to make America great again, despite the fact that it’s so abundantly peopled with them. These last overlap with millions of Koch Suckers, whose imaginary pals are billionaires, and whose economic aspirations center on Powerball.

So, in an Empire that has devoted itself, by all possible means, to creating a citizenry of passive, fearful, obedient, braindead consumers without the will or fire to defend themselves from relentless abuse and exploitation that they don’t even recognize as such, what might be hoped for still?

Well, a Black Swan event might. And, mirabile dictu, we’re having one. In what has progressed--if that word can be used--in a Presidential race that has combined the most appalling elements of mud wrestling and greased pig chases, we see a man--not young, not charismatic--who represents, in the main, wisdom, humanity and integrity. This, of course, is hard for us to recognize, after so many decades of ingesting homogenized bullshit.

I mean, really: after full frontal exposure to the likes of Reagan, the Bushes, Clinton, and Obama, could you expect ordinary people to know truth if it bit ‘em in the ass? Millions of Americans alive today have never heard it spoken, on any topic, by any American politician, in their lifetime.

If Sanders sticks his improbable landing, it will be due in part to the brash tendency of youth to reject the tired, cowardly surrenders of their parents. He’ll have some support from Blacks, Latinos, and Feminists, but many in those groups are so vacantly oblivious to where their actual interests lie, and who might give them importance, that they will go down with the good ship identity politics without ever trying to get into the obvious lifeboat.

How this will all play out will be known soon, and as the Eagles sang, “We may lose, or we may win; but we will never be here again.”

What cannot be known, if Sanders goes down, and either of the decayed, moribund parties’ monsters prevails, is how long it will take for the demise and decomposition of the nation once called the last, best hope of mankind.

Paul Edwards is a writer and film-maker in Montana. He can be reached at: hgmnude@bresnan.net