Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha! Ch..CHA!!

er, the Cha. Cha. Cha. which defines the dis-U.S. in. so. many. Ways.
..in all the {important} aspects of government via the lazy-minded, disinterested--vastly-iggerant "Consumer"
of endless-Stuff-obsessionnn..nn

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Book: Amusing Ourselves to Death, recently heard of.. kinda covers it, no? Ya don't even need to Read it to grok-to-Fullness...
.... (and 'course most Muricans don't read books anyway), 'cept Escapist potboilers with lotsa Guns-in-action.

What If ..The Cosmos It-'self': turns out to be run by a Giant Reptile Brain™ -??- kinda like the ancient Star Trek skit wherein:
a planet is Techno-dreamed-up by a narsty child who fancies self a Military Honcho. Hijacks the crew.
..and serves up a feast of {cardboard-tasting) crap. (Eventually, 'Daddy' calls the tyke home for a spanking.)


er, What do "we" spank?