Browsing in Borders down in Orange, I checked out the humor section, which, as it usually is in the major chains, is split between the comics section and the written-word section. The former is where you find "Get Fuzzy" and "Fox Trot" books; the latter is where you'll find Dave Barry, P.J. O'Rourke, and those "Weird News" compendia. But lately, that area's been overrun by another kind of book: the Bush-is-Stupid book. Whereas the category used to be isolated to Al Franken and Michael Moore books, now there's a rash of 'em, "Global Village Idiot," by a British newspaper columnist, is one, and there are a lot more. The gist of all of them is simple- we disagree with the President, ergo he is an "idiot," "moron," "stupid." The discourse has sunk to that level- playground name calling. "Flip-flopper!" "Oh, yeah? Idiot! Coward! Hitler!"
You know what? Someone who can make his way to the Presidency isn't stupid, CAN'T be stupid. Machiavellian, venal, brilliant, crafty, sly, evil, saintly, sure, one can make it being any of those. Stupid? "Idiot"? Nope.
But that's not even the main thing that bothers me about this. No, it's that there's so much REAL stupidity out there, I think we've lost sight of what stupidity means. Try this: I was on the bench under the bar on the Smith machine at the gym (see how quickly I went from totally ignorant neophyte weightlifter to knowing what the machines are called? Call me Arnold) and a couple of the more serious guys were conversing behind me. And I couldn't help but overhear this part, which came after a discussion of the difficulty of parking and exiting various concert venues in the Los Angeles area:
"Hey, you know who I'm gonna go see? Ozomatli."
"Ozomatli..."
"Yeah."
"Um... is that without Vince and Tommy Lee?"
(long pause) "Um, Ozomatli."
"Yeah, is that with all the original members?"
(longer pause) "Uh..."
"Oh. Not the Crue."
"No."
Meanwhile, I'm trying hard not to drop the weights and burst into uncontrollable laughter.
And I was still contemplating that the next day, when we were in that Borders and I was taking note of the "Bush is stupid" books, and then when we went to dinner in the same mall, at the seafood place, where Fran decided she wanted the crab-stuffed salmon but asked for it without the mashed potatoes.
"Oh, well, that might be difficult," the waiter said, his voice dropping to a lower register as he crouched beside our table. "You know, our chef... he doesn't like to make substitutions."
Your what?
"The chef, he gets a little, you know, he doesn't... I'll see what I can do."
Your "chef" is temperamental?
It's a CHAIN RESTAURANT, damn it! In ORANGE COUNTY! At the MALL! It's not Sushi Nozawa where the guy behind the counter makes what he damn well pleases and makes you eat it and pay however many hundreds of dollars he wants you to fork over for the privilege of saying you were abused by the famous master sushi chef. Not that this isn't stupid, too, but it's like the guys in the kitchen at TGI Fridays getting agitated because you asked for extra tomatoes on your Angus Burger.
She got the fish without potatoes, by the way. Turns out that it's not that big a deal, especially since the menu touts the availability of "protein-style" preparations. But the waiter's stupid. The chef's stupid.
Everyone's stupid.
Well, OK, not everyone's stupid. You're not. (cough) But stupidity is rampant in society right now; perhaps the one guy who can say his achievements prove he's not stupid is the one everyone calls the "village idiot."
Unless... unless the fact that he got elected is because everyone else is a moron, and... and...
...aah, my brain hurts.
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