" I guess people are busy surviving or watching Captain Kangaroo"

You said a mouthful, Caroline. Your great line reminds me a little of that old pop song that goes...
"...counting flowers on the wall,
that don't bother me at all
playing solitaire til dawn
with a deck of fifty one
smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo
Don't tell me I've nothing to do"
I did want to comment on something you said in your comment post:
"I must say that it is a bit annoying that all the comments you’re getting are from people that are trying to sell stuff. I wonder if people without an agenda take the time to ‘blog’."
The problem is that the mercenary mind thinks that the marketplace of ideas is another market from which to derive profits; nothing is sacred. The churches are selling bobble head Jesus and John the Baptist figurines
I forget who first uttered the line "The business of America is business." It was somebody from the age of "Robber Barons," who was frank enough to admit that ours is a culture of whores. Everything is seen in terms of profit. Even catastrophes like Katrina and Rita are business opportunities. G.W. Bush suspended the Davis-Bacon act to facilitate the further transfer of wealth from the have-nots to the have-mores. When the poor have nothing left, no direction home, The Man will cheat them out of the sweat from their brows. By making it legal for Halliburton to pay wages that are sub-standard, Bush makes sure that the poor will get poorer and the rich will reap the benefits. The prez refuses to tax the windfall profits that his cronies are raking in.
I did a little research (I love these modern times with all this info at my fingertips) and found that it was one of the 2 that I thought had said it; it was Calvin Coolidge. I'll paste in an excerpt of what I found:
' Professor Arthur Schlesinger in Crisis of the Old Order wrote, "(Coolidge's) speeches offered his social philosophy in dry pellets of aphorism. "The chief business of the American people," he said, "is business." But, for Coolidge, business was more than business; it was a religion; and to it he committed all the passion of his arid nature. "The man who builds a factory," he wrote, "builds a temple. The man who works there worships there." He (Coolidge) felt these things with a fierce intensity.'
I know that I used a lot more words than necessary to say that they're whores, but that's because I want to point out that it's a cultural original sin that drives these people to want to sell their love, their allegiance even their sacred honor. But even my mother pulled the old bait and switch on me so it's ridiculous for me to be bothered by these butterfly-brained merchants of pettiness. They're like flies, annoying but they're one of those annoying realities that we have to deal with. I have gotten one or two non-commercial 'attaboys' as well as a challenge from an anonymous Christian whose knowledge and clarity left a lot to be desired.