It is the best of times; it is the worst of times. We make love to our iPhones and our egos, while begrudging food for the poor and health care for the indigent. I don’t know whether to disclose or disguise my disgust and disdain for the America of 2012: an America whose obstructionist Congress of hicks and rednecks, flat-earthers and holy-rollers, have wasted two years of our lives treating our kindest and wisest President worse than the shoeshine boy that they obviously wish he were; an America so engorged on violence and inured to it that the cause isn’t even discussed anymore, merely whether we prefer homicide or suicide; an America so dumbed down that it prefers its arts and entertainment in the form of reality TV, and its presidential elections, too. No, I can’t decide whether to disclose or disguise my disgust and disdain. Both paths have their perils. If I disclose my disgust, then I’m unpatriotic. If I disguise it, then I’m dishonest. So I look for others to do it for me.