The one about plutocrats

I just saw Art Robinson, a kook running for Congress from Oregon on the Republican ticket, on Rachel Maddow's TV show.  If that guy is one of the sane Republicans, then there is no hope for them.  He just sat there yelling at the interviewer instead of talking about anything meaningful or responding to questions.  Of course, he's playing to the glee of his half-wit supporters, but still, he could at least be a gentleman and pretend to be interviewed.  I was so disgusted by that arrogance, I am glad I don't live in his state, or he'd be getting a stern letter from me.  A man who aspires to public office and can't be relied upon to stay civil and answer reasonable questions before an international audience is unfit for public office.  But that standard fell by the wayside a long time ago, I suppose.  The United States has always been a land of money-grubbing politicians fawning over the wealthy plutocrats at whose teats they suckle, but there were codes of honorable public behavior in days past.  You can be passionate without being rude.  You can extol the virtues of your beliefs without denying the same to others.  You can guide interviews toward your points without yelling at the interviewer.  The longer I live, the more disgusted I am with the rich, with big business, with Republicans, and with religion.  It all turns my stomach.