The Secret Service did not do its job. Yet another reminder of just how mediocre all of our institutions have become.

The uninvited pair arrived in true American fashion, in a a gaudy limo, revealing an unattractive clearly uneducated women in a red dress, botoxed and bleached, along with a cocky man with a indian sounding name clutching his trophy chick, wearing in a generic tuxedo, and both shamelessly pretending to be something other than the empty souls they are, mingling with other empty paracites looking for a thrill.

Meanwhile, the VP of the USA, poses with his arm a bit too intimitately positioned around the bleech-blond’s waist, his face contorted in a grotesque smile. Somewhere in the background at this gathering a reality TV crew is there to record this dysfunction to broadcast to a decadent American population, interested in sex, money, and selfishness.

Then there’s the O-bama God himself, Mr. popularity, whose job it is to make certain every human on the planet likes him, greeting two absolute strangers with a smile. What did they tell him? “We are doing a reality TV show, and we support you?” What did Obama ask them? Shouldn’t he have at least asked who they are?

Phoney, empty, shallow, plastic, mediocre, thy name is America in the 21st century.

No shame, no standards of conduct, nothing but style, and pride, over substance. America has become a joke, a return to Soddom, and it is an embarrassment for those of us still able to feel that emotion. That anger I feel when I see America’s degenerate standards makes me understand completely why many in Europe view the United States as spreading error throughout the world, and deserves to fall.

The Secret Service did not do its job. Yet another reminder of just how mediocre all of our institutions have become.

The uninvited pair arrived in true American fashion, in a a gaudy limo, revealing an unattractive clearly uneducated women in a red dress, botoxed and bleached, along with a cocky man with a indian sounding name clutching his trophy chick, wearing in a generic tuxedo, and both shamelessly pretending to be something other than the empty souls they are, mingling with other empty paracites looking for a thrill.

Meanwhile, the VP of the USA, poses with his arm a bit too intimitately positioned around the bleech-blond’s waist, his face contorted in a grotesque smile. Somewhere in the background at this gathering a reality TV crew is there to record this dysfunction to broadcast to a decadent American population, interested in sex, money, and selfishness.

Then there’s the O-bama God himself, Mr. popularity, whose job it is to make certain every human on the planet likes him, greeting two absolute strangers with a smile. What did they tell him? “We are doing a reality TV show, and we support you?” What did Obama ask them? Shouldn’t he have at least asked who they are?

Phoney, empty, shallow, plastic, mediocre, thy name is America in the 21st century.

No shame, no standards of conduct, nothing but style, and pride, over substance. America has become a joke, a return to Soddom, and it is an embarrassment for those of us still able to feel that emotion. That anger I feel when I see America’s degenerate standards makes me understand completely why many in Europe view the United States as spreading error throughout the world, and deserves to fall.