The Time of the Presidential Racing has begun. For the next 18 months. Non-stop. All hours. All day. All night. About 37.5% of our American lives take place during "Presidential Season," which is now up and running in earnest, with candidates formally announcing. I just want to scream STOP to the rooftops and beg for reprieve. But I know there will be none. Here we go again, another dismally depressing eighteen months of generalized failure.
Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we subject ourselves to it?