Another Political Rant

The time has come for another political rant. I've been uncharacteristically quiet on the subject, especially in light of the November elections. Truth be told, I've been too busy with work, school, and chorus to breathe. I've simply had to trust that the universe would carry on without me.

But now, the proverbial straw has snapped the camel's back, and I feel it is absolutely my duty as a good citizen of the universe to speak out.

What's up with little LiLo?

On the surface, that might appear to be a frivolous question, but I really mean it. Miss Lohan and her cadre of "friends" are disturbing to a level that defies understanding. Generations past, when the nation was in crisis, did their part. Even entertainers took up the American cause and at the very least appeared to care about the other inhabitants in the world.

Lest anyone forget, we are at war. It is a war in which tens of thousands of people have been injured, maimed and killed. In World War II movie stars sold war bonds, did USO tours, and even rolled bandages. During the Vietnam conflict celebrities (there were no more movie stars) became vocal and active. No matter your opinion of Jane Fonda and her sexy splits on a contemporary weapon of mass destruction, at least she was participating as a conscientious citizen.

What is wrong with us that we tolerate, let alone salivate over Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, Nicole Ritchie, Britney Spears, and their assorted boy toys. How can we as a society allow, let alone advertise the chemically enhanced shenanigans of these soulless publicity whores? Why hasn't a rabble of villagers chased them from the hills Beverly and drowned them in the sea? I believe that any good mother would have cheerfully done this at birth. Yet I cannot turn on my computer or pick up a newspaper without seeing the dilated pupils of these social monsters glaring back at me from the pages, pleading to be just left alone.

We are at a time when they cannot and should not be left alone. Though perhaps more extreme, LiLo is just a more vivid shade of her generation. As I get older, it seems people struggle to gain maturity by thirty. Wasn't there a time when children begged to be allowed to grow up? Wasn't thirteen at one time considered the age of adulthood? Legally, aren't we adults at eighteen? Why, now, are people infantile well into adulthood? And why, why, why do we celebrate it?

If there was ever a generation that cried, screamed, howled to be saved, this is it. Bring back the draft! Not in an effort to win an immoral war, but in an effort to save our national soul. And put Lindsay, Paris, Nicole, Britney, Kevin, Ashton, Jeremy and all of their kind on the front lines.

"Be Adequite." Could there be a more appropriate motto for a generation?