do neil cavuto and john gibson remind anyone of statler and waldorf, the two old guys that used to sit in the balcony on the muppet show and hate on everything?
so, when did the party of Lincoln become the equivalent of the two old guys sitting in the balcony on the Muppet Show?
this might be pure fantasy, but it seems like there must have been a time when you could actually debate someone who didn't see things exactly the way you did, and you could have an exchange of ideas, listening to their points of view just as they listened to yours, hopefully coming to a better understanding of where the other person was coming from.
wow, that seems quaint.
today we get the utterly mindless gainsaying of anything that...well, of anything, really. it's a 24/7 "argument clinic," only it's not as funny as when monty python did it.
take al gore winning the nobel peace prize. no sooner had the ink dried on the press release from the nobel committee when BLAM! like a pack of bitter, curmudgeonly zombies, the right-wing attack drones are all over the news, putting down gore, the concept of global climate change, and even the nobel prize itself.
sweet. they're even angrier.
--kjb
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