Who's Obama gonna pick? Will it be a he? A she? Latin(a)? African American? Asian? Hell, there've been so many choices artificially pumped into the debate I've even heard he's thinking about vetting Judge Dredd (although I hear that liberals aren't too fond of arresting, sentencing and executive felons on the spot - maybe Dick Cheney's hiring?).
And of course, when you're irrelevant, the only way to make news is to be news. So Republicans have resorted to sounding the alarm and warn of the doomsday "activist judge" nomination.
There theory is as follows: Obama is sending out the search party for an activist judge as the new replacement. How do we know? Simple - Obama is "encoding" the word 'empathy' into his speeches.
And just like that, the word 'empathy' made its way through the talk machine and into every pundit's mouth quicker than Dustin Hoffman counting toothpicks on a diner floor.
But of course, no one stopped to ask the simplest of questions - what the hell's so wrong with empathy?
Empathy is, of course, the ability to feel and understand someone else's feelings or point of view. Or in simpler terms....the ability to feel bad for this guy.
And what's so bad with that? If you ask me, I think we could all use a little more empathy. Put it up there on the list of things Americans need badly but never think about - right after mid-afternoon nap breaks at work and right before this badass nose clip.
I mean just think about the things mankind could avoid if we just added a little empathy to everyone's morning coffee - it'd take a whole lot more conviction to hurt, maim, torture, and kill people if you took the time to empathize with them.
(Ten bucks to someone who overloads Nic Cage's coffee with empathy. Does he know what I went through watching the Wicker Man? God, Nic, can't I remember you as Stanley Goodspeed or, better yet, as this awesome quote?)
Ok, so it sounds impossible. But really, the possibility is not that far off. The answer lies in a future medium.
Virtual Reality.
Sounds like a sweet Robert Zemekis film, I know.
(On a side note, what the hell was a teenager like Marty McFly doing hanging out with a much older and deranged 'doctor?' Would you be surprised if they remade Back to the Future and Chris Hansen popped around the corner and asked Doc "So what were your intentions?).
But virtual reality may actually be closer than we think.
As recently as a few months ago, scientists have been able to develop technology which stimulates the five senses all at once - a big step towards fully creating virtual reality technology.
Did you hear that? Our country just spent the last eight years slashing science funding faster than Kate Moss can go through a line of cocaine and we're still not that far off. We're literally one solid lobbying movement by the porn industry away from full development.
So let's assume virtual reality becomes an actual reality in our lifetime. And then let's say, from the ages of 14-18, every student in high school had to "virtually" experience another life just for a day at a time. And not even a whole day. Just for a class period once a week.
The only requirements are like core classes in high school or college - they have to be persons totally out of the realm of their ordinary life.
So the rich yuppies have to 'virtual-it-up' with the kid who can't afford the new hip clothes. The nasty mean girl trades places with the girl who picks her scabs. The athletes trade with the kid who falls off the cargo net every gym class. And vice versa as well.
And poof! Just like that...we get a little empathy flowing through our veins.
But we shouldn't stop there. Hell no. This is my fictional future. I say, damn it, we make the kids virtual-it-up with people from other religions, cultures, and races. Live a day at a time in their shoes.
Those kids grow up and 'see' the world with more than one set of eyes. They empathize with others and work together instead of apart. Problems which seemed to divide utterly different and diverse people don't seem so difficult to solve. Imagine living in a world where yelling at the Chinese take-out guy because he doesn't know if what they hell you just ordered seems unthinkable, instead of customary.
It seems pretty sweet to me.
Of course, no way in hell virtual reality is saving A-Rod. He's toast.