Drill Baby Drill! Right On Dude, High Five! (And May God Continue to Bless the United States of America)
You’ve heard about it already, but it’s so depressingly hilarious and sick at the same time I can’t stop myself from joining the echo chamber: In the biggest convention of one of the two most powerful political parties on planet earth, like a pack of drunken frat boys at a football game the crowd “spontaneously” and repeatedly erupts into chants of “drill baby drill.”
But yes, it cannot be denied: come November half–give or take–of the voting population of the United States will cast their vote for the Republican presidential candidate. Would not such a testosterone-pumped, reality-denying display be political suicide in any other civilized nation? And during Palin’s speech, does anyone care to venture a guess at what fraction of the male conventioneers–from the Tommy Hilfiger twenty-something man-dudes to the jowly, snarling good ol’ boy gas bags–were joking to one another about how they’d like to drill her, baby?
And wait, is this not the same country in which Inconvenient Truth won an Academy Award, where there are months-long waiting lists for Priuses? Unfortunately, another inconvenient truth is we’ll be lucky if even the Democrats get it right on climate change.
Yin-Yang balance and tension are healthy ingredients of any culture. Multiple personality disorder, not so much.