In the old country there was a saying which, for a while at least captured the spirit of the nation. When faced with the magical opportunity of getting one wish come true, that’s what one wished: that the neighbor’s goat die. Not a goat for himself, or maybe two. No. That the neighbor’s die. It’s the same spirit animating the voters for the two party candidates as fueled by the media: you want the other guy’s goat to die. Forget that you are unemployed, about to lose social security, sent to wars and spied on. The most important thing in your life is to get the other guy’s goat dead. Dead. dead. dead.