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Truth and Justice: Faster than a Speeding Bullet

"Faster than a speeding bullet.

More powerful than a locomotive.
Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.
"Look! Up in the sky!
It’s a bird. It’s a plane. It’s Superman!
"Yes, it’s Superman – strange visitor from another planet who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men. Superman – who can change the course of mighty rivers, bend steel with his bare hands, and who, disguised as Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fights the never ending battle for Truth, Justice and the American Way."

That is what is wrong with our politics today:  it is on Twitter.  Superman was on radio in the 1949s.  On radio, it was easy to believe in Superman.  Had The Man of Steel said, on radio, that he was going to build a big, beautiful wall around The Daily Planet, or the whole planet, we'd have believed him, and I still do; not a doubt in my mind that Truth, Justice, and the American Way were being served.

We have a Superman in our house a couple of days a week.  He is five years old, and says he was born on Krypton, on the other side of the sun, and I believe him, too.  Nothing else makes sense.  Even our dog, who is not very big, believes him, and tries to stay out of the way of Truth and Justice, running around the house faster than a speeding bullet.

I miss Superman!  The old one, I mean.  Not the political guy with the red seed-corn cap.  Actually, I think I miss Truth and Justice, mostly.  Instead of Truth and Justice, we have Alternative Truth, and the Justice Department.  Both of them tell lies.  One by one, they show up on TV and say things like, "No, Sir!  In my capacity as a Surrogate for Superman, never once did I talk to anyone who knows more than one language about anything I know nothing about, and when we did, we only talked about completely innocent and trivial things I cannot tell you about because that would imperil national security.  And God Bless our troops and God Bless America!  We will have a really beautiful health plan pretty soon."

I do not know why Mortimer Snerd comes to mind.



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