Enough is enough.  We will put up with a lot in this country, but as ignorant,  selfish, craven and all the rest of that stuff we are, hell, we’re decent people.  At the end of the day, there’s crap we just won’t stand for.   Like putting a preposition at the end of a sentence.

And this:

An Obama re-election organizer is facing charges that he “grabbed” a Loveland woman’s breasts while giving her a campaign sticker on Tuesday, police said.

We are reasonable here.  We understand the temptation.  And, in fact, we confess that there has been more than one occasion where we found ourselves seized by an urgent desire to grab a woman’s breast.

Worse still, we have yielded.  But in all such cases, we had permission — of a sort, often implied, as there are actually very few situations in which we can recall actually saying “Hey, may I grab your breast,” but when a beautiful woman is alone with you in a dark room, and the zither music rises to a fever pitch as the fumes of wine…oh, never mind.

The offender’s defense seems plausible.  He said that he was affixing an Obama sticker to her shirt, and may inadvertently have given the impression that he was trying to squeeze her boobie.  And, to be frank, disporting oneself in a place called “Loveland” seems almost an invitation to this sort of thing.  And, with all the people running around sticking things on people’s chests proclaiming one cause or another, surely, certainly, something like this is bound to happen.  Why, it’s like giving an appropriation to a politician.

Still, we protest.  We can’t have people, campaign workers or not, running about squeezing any pert pineapple that presents itself, even if they work for Obama.

This campaign has plumbed new depths in so many ways.  Much of it we are powerless to prevent.  Faction, zealotry and all the other weaknesses that plague any democracy operate with remarkable vigor.  But….

Sometimes, when crap like this comes out as a story, wherever your sympathies may lie, however much you may despise the opposition, whatever you may wish to think about those with whom you disagree (okay, “those you disagree with”), you really have to say “enough.”

Come on. Give us a break.  When we come down to stories like this getting national attention, an embarrassment should set in that turns our faces redder than the goddam commies all decent people hate (oops.  It’s just so hard to stop).

You know what I’m saying.  And if I say it, well, imagine how bad it has become.

This will all be over soon.  As contentious as we are, and as perverse, we sincerely hope that once the election is over, we can come to what is left of our senses and begin again to operate in our usual crazy and all-too-American manner, where at the end of the day, common sense finally wins out over the insanity of the partisans.

I know.  Crazy talk.  But hey, it’s democracy.  What else have we got?