More people watch and vote for American Idol then the presidential elections. Why are we sitting and watching ?

Furiously dialing, spending money on this staged democracy, for the next diva of music; at least for a handful of years. For a moment it creates life on our couches; a temporary expression of vitality. Our desire to see one hero, beaten, stabbed to death, triumph leaving a trail of destruction behind is, perhaps, the only emotion that allows us to delay the unthinkable while we wait on our couches to die.

To have one’s birth certificate expire one has to have one. Is it still possible to think about yourself ? If one think, since one think one is, what happens when one is unwilling to stop and think ?