

"How many lies are too many? How much bullshit is the human organism designed to tolerate before it starts to malfunction? Is there a breaking point?
Mainstream American society has never been designed to confront difficult or dangerous truths."
"How many lies are too many? How much bullshit is the human organism designed to tolerate before it starts to malfunction? Is there a breaking point?
Mainstream American society has never been designed to confront difficult or dangerous truths."
I've always enjoyed Taibbi's takedowns of Wall St. Here he sets his sights much higher, chronicling what he sees as America's psychic collapse, a national nervous breakdown of sorts, accompanied by a rise in conspiratorial thinking. It's worth noting that this book was published in 2008 and is based on observations covering the 2006 midterm elections, long before Trump and the great cultural divide of present.
He pulled up a chair, spun it around to sit with the chair back facing forward, plopped down, and started barking at me in the frenzied, heavily accented English of a German film student sent to the emergency room for a meth overdose.
I suppose on some level I was regretting the description of these nice people as clinically insane, but that's the thing about the Internet--there's an awful lot of white-hot insanity out there that is written by people who seem quite normal once they look up from their computer screens.
When the government sees it's people as the enemy, sooner or later that feeling gets to be mutual.
To be robbed and betrayed by a fiendish underground conspiracy, or by the earthly agents of Satan, is at least a romantic sort of plight - it suggests at least a grand Hollywood-ready confrontation between good and evil - but to be coldly ripped off over and over again by a bunch of bloodless, second-rate schmoes, schmoes you chose, you elected, is not something anyone will take much pleasure in bragging about.