Once again I turned on the TV channel that is supposed to serve the message in a constrained and coherent manner, and once again I ran into a garage sale of idiocy. The 2008 elections accept created in the media the most curious organization of hosts, commentators, guest, experts, consultants, gurus, advisers and screeching ladies that are devoting their genius to pursue the unimportant, the negligible and the govern dodo bit of discovery ultimate from the candidate's lairs.

While the sovereign state bleeds outside in non-native wars, faces a cold sober economic crisis, can not seem to sense what to determine approximately its vigour costs and resources, and deepens the gap of its foreign obligation and obligations, our media wizards care about what one of the candidates said to his Maths teacher in Grade College or if the parking ticket the other one collected sometime in the endure century, could be linked to a Mafia operation, an Islam Campaign or a Bolshevik rebirth.

The substance of the expositions could not be besides trite and despicable.

I commented about this to the Professor. As usual, he listened attentively and once I finished my tirade, he nodded and said:

"Psychiatrists chalk up explained this society of affairs. It is a collective syndrome that has its reason in denial. From the Head of the state down fini the Congress and a bad quota of the ruling elite, it is greater not to examine the crude bottom line facing this country. We are losing our "mojo", as Austin Powers would say."

"I can not conceive that" I said, "It is not cognate us. We retain faced crises before and compass never turned elsewhere from the efforts that were demanded."

The Professor pointed at the plate entire of perspiring Apple Strudel and poured enhanced coffee into our cups. He said:

"Denial is a cheap escape from reality. Once the media picks up the tone of it, it is an clear venture to contaminate the rest of the population, so that at a undeniable time, liking due now, each is bounteous concerned about whether one of the candidates did smoke when a teenager or the other missed Sunday Faculty twice In a row. Dostoevsky would expression this authority of affairs as "the malignant calamity affecting weakened souls!"

"What is the answer, Professor?'

"I don't know. Inquire Typical Petraeus!"