A generation of locusts

    One of the nice things about blogging is that the genre allows one to write about anything and everything that seems important. Politics is important and, in the United States, we are in an election year. As usual, almost everything that is said for political consumption is either tasteless or tastes too good to be true. Speaking the truth is an ideal that almost no one adheres to. The lone partial exception is Ron Paul (by pointing this out, I am not thereby endorsing him). The best piece of political commentary I have read in the past year was penned by Nicola Rossi (b. 1951), one of the few Italian politicians worth hearing out. Every country, I would hope, has one or two politicians with a capacity for self-criticism, the rest being scoundrels, deludeds, or poppycocks.