Shut Up And Listen 113

Fuck The President
Why does the hero worship of the president exist in the United States? It’s something akin to how people in monarchies saw the royalty, but except that the king and queen and princes and princess can change every four years in the US. You don’t see many--if any--other democracies around the world hold up their elected national leader to such a high standard--a false, idealized standard. 
	This past week, I read about an incident in the US where during a class discussion two high school students said something that their teacher felt the need to report to the secret service, who then interrogated the students without allowing them legal counsel. All because they said something about the president. Now what exactly they said hasn’t been disclosed (at least as far as I know as of this writing), but still, what the fuck? Name another country besides some over-the-top fascist dictatorship that would react in such a way?
	Of course, most other countries don’t idolize the position of the national leader like the United States. I mean, in most countries, saying something negative about the leader isn’t unpatriotic, it’s a national pastime. That’s because while we kind of respect the position that they hold we know that the people who hold them are, well, shitty people. Really shitty people.
	But in America, they idolize the lucky politician who manages to beat out all the other liars, crooks and moral black holes. Seriously, when was the last time the idolized leader of their country was actually an honest, decent person? And not only is this acceptable, but for some reason they totally ignore that and put the president above everyone else!
	And that idolization had two high school students scared out of their minds because in a class environment they said something about the president that someone perceived as a threat. Just lovely.

Special addition: I hope the Prime Minister of Canada is killed in a very violent manner that leaves his body totally unrecognizable to his family and friends.

Well, not really, but let’s see if any secret police-type people come and question me. Bet you they don’t.