The economy’s in a cavernous tank. Millions out of work twiddle their thumbs and wield their EBT cards for food and other welfare benefits. The Middle East is still a powder keg except that now the keg is filled with enriched uranium. Like lava flowing relentlessly from the Mauna Loa, a river of Muslims are flooding the streets of a seemingly impotent European continent. The United States is disunited as never before since the Civil War. The anger is palpable. The Black Community has the benefit of more open doors and more opportunity than ever before, including the coronation of a Black President; yet that Community is even more bitter, resentful and grasping than it was before the Civil Rights Act. Meanwhile, a bevy of GOP candidates pitch their wares to a nitpicking audience looking in vain for God Himself.  Mitt’s soft on government healthcare, Perry’s soft on immigration, Newt’s soft in the jowls, Paul’s soft on the military, Cain’s soft on foreign affairs — yada yada yada. And not one candidate has stepped to the plate about a grievance far more insidious than the economy or gay marriage. Something has to be done immediately about the maggots who speed their vehicles down residential streets. You know the story. You’re rounding up leaves and other tree debris for roadside pickup. At some point in the process, you can’t help having a pile of leaves in the middle of the road, when along comes the aforementioned slug. He/she (more like “It”) sees you step politely to the curb and certainly can’t help seeing the heap of debris; yet, with callous disregard, T-bones it doing 40 mph, spreading your work 100 yards. In that instant, knowing it would happen before it happens, you wish for an AT4 that would vaporize that Expedition on the spot. Spending the rest of your life in prison may not be worth the satisfaction; but then, think of the millions of leaf blowing stiffs who would hold you up as their champion. You ponder whether this denunciation is a bit severe but decide that, no, this single example of life on a neighborhood street provides a telltale glimpse into human behavior. And you realize it is this selfsame behavior at the White House and Congress that arrogantly plows over the Constitution and the rights of individuals, creating one mess after the other that somebody eventually has to clean up. Unfortunately, maggots are among the voters who choose that somebody, as evidenced by their relatives who occupy space on the Beltway. For this reason, you hold out little hope that humans might find a moment of lucidity to put aside things like appearance, personal baggage, single issue hangups and  simple prejudice; and choose people who actually have the sharp brainpower and verifiable experience to help the American people tidy up this great country. There is, of course, another option. Give Arnold a Stihl BR 500, send him to Washington and tell him to “blow, baby blow.”