Kevin Williamson is absolutely correct. The State of the Union (STFU) is a sordid spectacle of self-congratulation and excess more appropriate to an Imperial Autocracy than a Constitutional Republic.
The annual State of the Union pageant is a hideous, dispiriting, ugly, monotonous, un-American, un-republican, anti-democratic, dreary, backward, monarchical, retch-inducing, depressing, shameful, crypto-imperial display of official self-aggrandizement and piteous toadying, a black Mass during which every unholy order of teacup totalitarian and cringing courtier gathers under the towering dome of a faux-Roman temple to listen to a speech with no content given by a man with no content, to rise and to be seated as is called for by the order of worship — it is a wonder they have not started genuflecting — with one wretched representative of their number squirreled away in some well-upholstered Washington hidey-hole in order to preserve the illusion that those gathered constitute a special class of humanity without whom we could not live. It’s the most nauseating display in American public life — and I write that as someone who has just returned from a pornographers’ convention. It’s worse than the Oscars.
Ted Cruz has the right idea, he’s skipping it. (But Marco Rubio, who blew off the budget vote, will be in attendance, applauding with everyone else.)
Outside the Court of Versailles, the Preezy is not loved or adored. His little staged anti-gun propaganda show lost in the ratings to reruns of ‘Family Guy’ and ‘American Dad’.
The STFU is just another occasion for the Democrat Media Complex to treat President Boyfriend the way Eddie Murphy’s Bath Maidens treated his prince character in ‘Coming to America.’