This was the sort of moment when I smacked myself in the forehead with my own hand so hard, I got a headache. This was the sort of moment when I wanted to ram through the line at the grocery store with my kart, go out the door with it at top speeds screaming "AHHHHHHHHH" at the top of my lungs where I would circle the parking lot repeatedly until some 17 year old bag boy managed to push an entire line of 30 shopping karts into my path causing me to careen over with my kart then writhe in uncontrollable spasms. This was the sort of moment when I wanted to beat my head against the magazine racks full of gossip tabloids about how fat Kirstie Alley has gotten while tears burn in my eyes searing through the back of my overwrought head.

The moment was listening to two older women in line at the grocery store simultaneously call Obama a socialist then talk about going to Cuba for their health care. They understood health care in Cuba was not only free, it was "pretty good."

So there ya' have it folks. The state of political discourse in not-so-middle-class-anymore America while I get out the straight jacket I thought I would only need during the Bush years.