Why I Am Still Brain-Dead

The sun shines down on the nothing new, specifically on David Mamet. Much is being made of his Why I Am No Longer a ‘Brain-Dead Liberal’ essay.

I found not only that I didn’t trust the current government (that, to me, was no surprise), but that an impartial review revealed that the faults of this president—whom I, a good liberal, considered a monster—were little different from those of a president whom I revered.

Once an idiot, always an idiot it is then, since anyone who would revere John F. Kennedy, or indeed any president, is clearly an idiot, even if they are good at writing snappy dialogue. By the way, anyone who would consider George Bush to be a monster on account of his character is also clearly an idiot. If he’s a monster, it’s because he’s the President of the United States of America, not because he’s semi-moronic.

But am I an idiot myself for not being able to some sort of sly self-parody in these words that follow?

And, I wondered, how could I have spent decades thinking that I thought everything was always wrong at the same time that I thought I thought that people were basically good at heart?

Is it because you were and are an idiot?