Yesterday a conservative talk host was fired immediately after on on air slip that has fanned the fires of racial sensitivities in St. Louis.  The day before, a pretty teacher who had sex with a 14 year old was exonerated by mental health advocates because she was allegedly bipolar.  Does any one have a problem with this picture?

In an era when America is defined by reactionary comments from self proclaimed voices of reason in the U.S. Senate, we shouldn't be surprised that the station's GM reacted in fear, knee jerking an anticipatory reflex to the guaranteed onslaught of venom incumbent on politically correct defenders of the downtrodden.  You can count on Jesse "Hymie town" Jackson to weigh in on this non story.  Of course, when it comes to racial matters or any other politically fruitful topic for the Left, no amount of psychological explanation, heartfelt apology or contextual reality will ever be acknowledged.  On the other hand, we'll hear from the diversity and tolerance crowd that poor Debra Lafave was a victim of her mental illness; of the media sharks; of hard hearted conservatives.  Well given that 10-20% of the population is mentally impaired at any given time, it's time for a crime spree, eh?

So while those who live in the racial past or try to excuse away a teacher who, if she'd have been honest about the supposed severity of her unleashed bipolar disorder with the Board of Ed shouldn't even have been in the classroom, argue about the vagaries of modern American gutter culture, decent people are struggling to get past it and make their world a better place.  In Iraq the embryonic government and security forces are getting a heartbeat.  In research labs, corn fields and ethanol plants around the country we are mounting the economic resistance that may ultimately change the balance of energy power in the Globe. 

So if a nervous, coffee-poisoned, hopeful conservative with a history of celebrating one of the most accomplished, articulate and pwerful woman on the face of the planet slips with a fusion of consonant and vowel, realizes in the nanosecond what a powder keg he's just ignited and his limbic system freaks out, only to repeat it like an out of control Tourrete's sufferer, the politically correct death patrol descends.  Not with analysis, not with a conversation, not with any inkling of the same understanding of human shortcoming they demand of the devil and his neocon henchmen in the White House. 

Reason is dead in popular discourse.  We the people only want the sound bite, the sensational kernel, the personal attack.  We have killed reason.  And the result is toxic to our future.