Stop Making Sense.
I committed an act of self-abuse this morning when I failed to turn off the audio on the President's press conference. We have transcended the age of art and entered the age of performance-art-as-reality. Bush, in his absolutist mode, is able to accomplish feats of doublespeak that shock the senses. He appears to be sincere, by which one could say that he appears to be insane.
America, having fallen under the same spell of insanity, somehow continues to nod vacantly at his flickering image. We have forgotten the value of the kinds of truth art provides; we have separated ourselves from the divinity of the abstract. The antidote to this madness is not a better argument--it is the observation of the world through the non-conceptual.
To Bush's madness I offer David Byrne, circa 1984. Breathe the fresh air.