Maybe I’ll sell you an idea here. Or maybe a TV commercial will, or something you hear about by e-mail. And you’ll go with it if you’re sold. That’s what happens in the free market.

And suppose my ideas are totally repugnant? On top of that, they are both ludicrous and unworkable, and oh yes, totally devoid of any meaning, greater or lesser. But, let’s say that my hot flash herein piques your interest and you spam your friends with this notion and I get hits and (I hope) sponsors because of them and all is right with the world.

Since anybody can do it, it is as if society can be pretty much self-forming, couldn’t it? But that’s another topic I fear. But you’re sold, sold on new ideas all the time, by total strangers I might add,.yet another pathway there.

But there are people whose ideas do not sell, they cannot for all the reasons above, and then some. Often the people themselves are repugnant. But, they find each other. And they are not numerous, but they are loud and determined, but still, the registers all ring up “No Sale” (that’s a quaint reference for the younger of you to look up. See? I’m thinkin’ about you, furtherin’ your education).

What to do? What to do? We’ll make the stupid bastards listen to us, by God we will! So they go at the political process, which is surprisingly easy to sway, especially if there are some quick bucks to be made. And your basic group of louts who have had no success in peddling bullshit, have now contrived to make it law that bullshit be on your menu three times a day!

So the process is dominated by various groups of losers with totally unpalatable notions who seek to enlist firepower to foist them off on you. Serves ya right for not listenin’! Nanny-nanny boo boo!!

Look at ‘em, both sides . . . look at the ones you even lean towards . . . they scream and holler and want someone to DO something, meaning hurt somebody some way . . . because . . . you, you ungrateful wretch, just wouldn’t listen to ‘em when they hollered from the radio and passed out their screaming paper in the street. . . . Now they have guns, and badges, and licenses to kill. You even, if you piss them off.

Hmmm. This means that if you’re in a government agency, your agency represents the extreme efforts of a bunch of losers, the lame and the halt, they are called “constituencies,” and if you exist as an agency you have one. Doesn’t that give you warm and fuzzy feelings?

Okay, boys and girls, back to work!