I joined the Lexapro Club today (the Prozac Club is so passé), even though I have never wanted to belong to any club that would have me as a member.
But now the sky is blue and filled with puffy white clouds, everyone is smiling. There are butterflies. Children are laughing and playing.
Attractive young adults are eating new American cuisine in a stylish bistro while handling their social skills perfectly. Someone may even get laid tonight.
Well, everything is just peachy isn't it? All's right with the world. Everyone has health insurance. There is no genocide in Darfur. The Imperial American presidency doesn't practice torture. Melting glaciers and icecaps are not inundating our coastal cities. There's energy aplenty for as long as we want it.
We are happy, dammit. An unhappy American is a failed American. The most important thing is to be happy -- it means you are successful and that's really the most important thing.
Hey, what's that beautiful, bright white light on the horizon? Is that the sun? Oh, no, better run! Iran just dropped a nuclear bomb on Israel!
La la la la la.