With the nation alternately enraged and confused and transfixed by a little town called "Jena" today, I felt there was no better time to bring up the subject of Jenna, that is, the Bush. Not a lot of people know this, but many years ago, long before her globetrotting AIDS orphan teenage whoremom-ghostwriting days when she was just your average oblivious white high school slacker growing up in a terribly privileged Republican household in the South, Jenna Fucking Bush could have told you black people get treated differently in this country, a lesson she learned, not unsurprisingly, at a keg party, and it is among the attendees of such keg parties, my fellow Americans, that hope lies. Youngsters are violent and dumb and cruel and thoughtless and so often seemingly devoid of an identity apart from the one that gets foisted upon them by their peers, but at the very least they're usually impressionable.

They're not beaten-down or embittered or blinded to seeing things in a new light; they KNOW they're fucking dumb. All across Louisiana, I promise you, are teenage girls and boys who do not share in the spooky prejudices and irrational deep-seated hatred of their parents, and it's losing those kids to the distrust and misanthropy and cynicism that creeps in with old age and financial independence and failure and should concern us the most. Suffice it to say I noticed a few traces of those ingredients in the comments today, not that I blame y'all, but maybe take a moment and read today's Washington Post online chat on the subject so you've got all your facts straight, which will hopefully lead you to the conclusion that this is an ultimately small event, with the big takeaway being the fact that they had to fucking cut down the Tree of Knowledge. We really can't afford to get any dumber.

So, like, some of you go become teachers or something; I need to finish watching Gossip Girls.