How many times had he stood calmly back there on the duckboards and listened to respectable-looking people talk about raping the hotel penguins? - Hunter S. Thompson

We shit on the chest of Weird.

I returned to the Holiday Inn — where they have a swimming pool and air-conditioned rooms — to consider the paradox of a nation that has given so much to those who preach the glories of rugged individualism from the security of countless corporate sinecures, and so little to that diminishing band of yesterday's refugees who still practice it, day by day, in a tough, rootless and sometimes witless style that most of us have long since been weaned away from.

The downward spiral of Dumbness in America is about to hit a new low.