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Hear! Hear!

We live in la-la land. I never thought about that phrase before this evening--la la land. I suppose this means I dwelt there a bit, too.

There is no truth to be spoken. A Chaplin can't tell the truth, the truth can't be told on unemployment, the truth can't be told on finances. We can't tell the truth on a vengeful president.

It's fingers in the ears screaming LA-LA-LA-LA. All is perfect-- you're okay and I'm okay-- when NOTHING is okay. NOTHING.

A rich and talented man is given an award because he succumbs to his mental demons and we pity a newsman who lies and makes up stories.

Is it also okay for a doctor to to pretend one illness is another, make-up an illness? I guess so, because a doctor tells the truth and loses his job.

We have lost standards. We have none and are penalized if we try to hold fast to them . It's all down hill from here.

Unless...taking a page from the Cruz Dr. Seuss lessons--- “Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, Nothing is going to get better. It's not.”