Swain's Insane, Pray For Rain

As I watched CSPAN today I once agin noted the remarkable resolve and personal fortitude of Susan Swain who hosted the two shows I viewed today.   She seems incapable of fluid emotion while reserving the right to always select material which leaves her appearing passionless and emotionless on a perfect high ground.  One would think she could muster some useful emotion from the deep well of resolve seemingly always available to her. 

Yet I, Tommy Hayfield,  walk the same earth and never seem to be able to muster the aloofness she has an abundance of.  Her mind shows brief flashes of solidarity with the common man--of which  I count myself one--yet she always edits and finds me and everyone in my eye and earshot short on practical logic not to mention minimum daily requirements of humanity.  What is the source of this statue-like solidarity with logic detached from humanity? 

She is in fact one of the gang of people--seemingly perfectly passionless people--who have been assigned the task of harnessing my unselfish soul.

IT'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!

What more pain could one devise? This  woman  treats her guests like a contagion and the people of this country of which she should be primarily concerned as widgets in a assembly line of widgets!