Ever since 9/11, it’s what we Americans rush to do — PANIC!
Simply by wielding bloody knives and marching about in black ninja suits, a tiny assortment of religious lunatics calling itself the “Islamic State” in a country half our population can’t even spell sends our American body politic into paroxysms of fear and loathing.
Comes now this relatively moderate threat, Ebola, from, oh my, the bowels of the Heart of Darkness, and our so-called “news” purveyors are instantly compelled to trick it out in phrases reminiscent of Edgar Allan Poe’s lurid “Masque of the Red Death.”
We elect to our Congress a gaggle of simpletons, charlatans and schizophrenics whose collective agenda is to stymie our reasonably civic-minded president’s best efforts to keep us on an even keel, then we claim the Apocalypse has burst upon us via conspiracies hatched in the sub-basement of the U.N. General Assembly.
No wonder we’re thought by the rest of rational humanity as the exceptionally exceptional nation of the world.