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Despite all the blather about democracy, we did not

invent it, do not support it, and have during the current administration become less democratic than we were before.

We are and always have been too large a country for a true democracy. That’s why the Founding Fathers created a

republic. In a true democracy, the people would decide practically all the issues. In a republic, the people delegate that power to elected representatives who serve for a fixed term.

A republic is a good form of government provided the people pay attention, fairly judge the performance of their elected officials, and boot ’em out of office when they don’t cut the mustard. It is a good form of government provided the best people, not the worst, offer themselves to serve in public office.

Our government really does not support democracy, except rhetorically. When the Palestinians had a free and fair election and chose Hamas members to man their government, we refused to recognize the new government. Apparently, the Bush administration’s definition of a free election is one that provides the results the president wants.

Most of our “allies” are far from democratic. Egypt, Jordan, Saudi Arabia, and the Gulf states are all authoritarian in one form or another. Ironically, Iran does have an elected government, but there again, it’s one Bush doesn’t like. Hugo Chavez in Venezuela has been elected and reelected but still gets called a tyrant by Bush’s step-and-fetch-its. While China, which is a stern one-party dictatorship, seems to find our favor.

I’d say that if you are a dictator seeking the favor of the United States, you must offer financial incentives or volunteer for lapdog status.

If you dare indicate that you are interested in the welfare of your own people and your own nation, you are likely to end up on the president’s bathroom list. This basic rule of foreign policy doesn’t seem to change regardless of which party occupies the White House.

It also should be noted that people keep insisting that Iran give up weapons it doesn’t have while remaining dead silent about the nuclear weapons Israel does have. If our government were truly interested in nuclear nonproliferation, it would support a nuclear-free zone in the Middle East that includes Israel, and it would not be making deals to increase the nuclear capability of India.

So, the second rule of American foreign policy is that hypocrisy and expedience trump principles.

Internally, we have become decisively less democratic. The present administration has a bad habit of questioning the patriotism and loyalty of people who disagree with it. It spies on everybody without any judicial restraint. It has riddled the government with partisans who are incompetent. It is the most secretive administration in American history. It lies like a drunken fisherman. It puts people in jail and holds them incommunicado without charges. It tortures people. It is contemptuous of the Constitution and especially of the principle of checks and balances.

Congress is too cowardly to do it, but George W. Bush and Dick Cheney are a lot more likely to deserve impeachment than Bill Clinton was. Clinton lied about his private sexual peccadilloes, while the Bush administration seems to lie about everything. Clinton lied to prevent a war with Hillary, while the Bush mob lied to get us into a war in Iraq. A big difference, I’d say.

Thomas Jefferson did not believe that one generation had the right to burden another with debt. Our $9 trillion federal debt is a burden on generations too numerous to count. This is almost as serious a civic sin as lying the country into a war.

We seem to be following the familiar path of history, where republics slide into empire and eventually a fascist dictatorship. Too bad that freedom, like a good spouse, is most appreciated in its absence.

Charley Reese has been a journalist for 50 years.

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We are in the throes of an annual bacchanalian

rite in the United States: spring break, wherein our teenaged kids get a crash course in growing up at all-inclusive resorts where security deposits, dignity, and virginity are lost, never to be regained.

No one enjoys spring break more than my son, assuming you do not count Bill Clinton. Said son, a mini-Ferris Bueller, went with his class to a Mexican resort this year. I like to think of it as an exchange program, where Mexico sends us their hard-working men looking to better themselves and we send them our lazy Jake-legged brats looking to find a resort that allows drinking at 18. No wonder the world hates us.

Knowing the debauchery that goes on during these trips, I sat my son down and explained the dangers. I told him that messing around with a girl could lead to an STD or, even worse, a relationship. I told him not to pay for sexual favors and that technically, if you pay for it, it is not a favor.

Given the bravado level of the average hormone-saturated young male, I also told my son to be sure that when they went out at least one of them was sober enough to fight. Finally, I tried to tell him that, after two drinks, there is a difference between people laughing with you and at you. All life lessons I had to learn the hard way — precious moments my son no doubt will remember forever. And off they went.

Apparently, in Mexico, he and his friends tested the boundaries of the chaperones who volunteered for this trip. Now, I have to question the wisdom of any parent wanting to do this. My guess is they have a paid-up umbrella insurance policy or are seeking to keep an eye on their daughters. The problems began as 12 chaperones, heretofore unknown to each other, tried to apply their varying parenting standards to this marauding group of kids fueled by an open bar. Within a day, the chaperones were in arguing mode. Who should be sent home, and why? Sensing the weakness and lack of cohesive disciplinary standards, the kids naturally got worse.

A lot has changed since my high school spring break. To begin with, we didn’t have one. But today, as far as I can tell, the Girls Gone Wild video library grows with spring break. Also, there have been major advances in beer delivery systems, which primarily involve a rudimentary PVC tube and an owner-operator named “Stoner” barking orders to kids taking bong hits of cheap beer.

Young men and, hopefully to a lesser degree, women, test their alcohol tolerance on these trips. Best case: They drink too much and get sick and learn to approach drinking with caution for the rest of their lives. Worse case: They discover their inner Britney Spears.

While my wild oats have surely turned to bran cereal at this point and I have started to hear my favorite songs on elevators, I do remember what I was like at that age. And that worries me a lot. Teenagers are usually only as good as the worst-behaved kid in their group. Sadly, the good kids never bring the others up to their level; they just get wedgies.  

I like the boys that my son hangs around with, but when I talk to them, I just know they are up to something. As life-long friends, they have a lot in common, even beyond the fact that they always seem to have their hands down their pants. When they were younger, I reminded them every time they left the house that they could be tried as an adult in our state. But it’s not for nothing that so many idiots say the same thing right before they die: “Hey guys, watch this!”

They’ve even got a name for this kind of behavior: the Darwin Awards — for those who accidentally remove themselves from the human gene pool in the course of doing something incredibly stupid. As parents, we can only work and hope and pray that our children manage to stay out of the competition. But spring break doesn’t help matters any.

Ron Hart is a columnist and investor in Atlanta. He worked for Goldman Sachs and was appointed to the Tennessee Board of Regents by Lamar Alexander. His e-mail is RevRon10@aol.com.

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As a proud Son of the South, I have been totally obsessed and worried sick over the past few years that we here in America might get attacked by some Islamo-Fascist crazed terrorist madman flying an airplane into a building and causing it to burst into flames. I should have known all along; I should have been worried about those damn Yankees! Okay, okay. Bad joke. And not even original. Stolen from a twisted friend. But sometimes you have to make light of something that absolutely leaves you incredulous. When New York Yankees pitcher Cory Lidle smashed his plane into a condo building in Manhattan last week, it was a sad event, especially for his family and the family of the flight instructor in the plane with him, Tyler Stanger. Not to mention the person’s condo into which it slammed — Kathleen Coronna — who had already had a bad enough time of it when the giant Cat in the Hat balloon fell on her head during a Macy’s parade and caused her to spend a month in a coma. It was strange, to say the least. But it wasn’t nearly as strange as the fact that Lidle, or anyone else for that matter, would be flying up the East River around Manhattan at a low altitude. Maybe I am slow on the uptake, and maybe this question has been answered in the national media and I just missed it, but what in the hell is going on here? On September 11, 2001, the World Trade Center towers in Manhattan were hit by commercial airlines and demolished. According to almost anyone you ask, that event “changed America forever.” It was the darkest day in our history. It changed the way we live our lives. We went to war — albeit against a country that had nothing to do with the attacks — and are still there and may never get out. It has caused the deaths of more than 2,700 American soldiers and hundreds of thousands of Iraqis, many of them women and children. Because of the commercial airliner attacks on the World Trade Center in Manhattan and the hysteria that followed and the ongoing life-or-death struggle against terrorism that permeates every breath our commander in chief takes, the United States has reacted in a way that has put its international reputation in serious jeopardy, and we here in the States are supposed to be living our lives in fear, fear, fear, and more fear of attacks on “Amurkan soil.” Hell, you can barely get on a flight now with a tube of toothpaste because it might be used as a bomb. You have to stand there in front of stone-faced security people and sample your own baby’s formula before taking it on a plane because you might be able to make it explode with your cell phone. And the majority of the lemmings flying think this is fine. It makes us safer. But until Lidle crashed his private plane into the building on 72nd Street in Manhattan last week, pilots flying private planes in and around Manhattan didn’t have to check in with air-traffic controllers before they hit the building-crowded skies? DID NOT HAVE TO CHECK IN WITH AIR-TRAFFIC CONTROLLERS BEFORE FLYING AN AIRCRAFT AT A LOW ALTITUDE IN MANHATTAN? Are you kidding me? Can this be for real? Doesn’t a substantial portion of the income tax I pay every year go toward homeland security? Is it somewhere in a vault collecting dust? I want my tax money back. I read one joker’s response to the question of how safe it is to let these planes just fly around, and his idea was that since the planes didn’t contain substantial amounts of fuel and it would be hard to coordinate detonating a bomb upon impact of a building, it wasn’t such a big threat. Hard to detonate a bomb upon impact of a building? Didn’t someone orchestrate a plan for four planes to get hijacked at once on 9/11 and hit both World Trade Center towers, the Pentagon, and most likely would have hit another major site if the passengers hadn’t brought it down in a field in Pennsylvania? I would think if one had the will to put a bomb on a small plane and fly it into another building in Manhattan, that person might be able to figure out how to detonate the bomb at the right time. I bet Osama bin Laden is kicked back in a cave somewhere laughing like crazy at us, thinking that he doesn’t even need to plan any more attacks because we are stupid enough to do it ourselves. I really don’t understand this at all. Was this some perk of living the life of the rich and famous? If you are rich enough to have your own plane, you can just do whatever you like? Help me here. Who in the hell is on first base?