Trying to follow the slow-motion demise of The U.S. of A. has turned me into Jo-Jo the idiot circus boy after being given an exploding cigar laced with a low grade nerve gas. It’s hard to make sense out of things when my neurons are winking out one by one like cheap Christmas tree lights. It’s a bad acid trip on every level I can think of.
On one hand we have a complete fraud as a president. While campaigning he presented himself as a force of change, but after being elected only changed things for the worse. Unless of course you’re talking about the members of the moneyed class. For those guys he did everything they asked him to except stop being a black guy.
On the other hand we have four grotesque parodies of politicians vying for the Republican nomination: A blow dried Citizen Kane, a horny Stay-Puft Marshmallow man, a Google search term, and Rumplestiltskin.
Texas Political hack and lobbyist Bill Miller was the first person who said, “Politics is show business for ugly people.” And the presidency is the Academy Award bestowed by The Elite to their favored sycophant. The quality of the candidates, including the incumbent, proves conclusively that the position of president is a role played by whichever sock puppet the corporatocracy chooses for us.
There’s something going on in the United States beside a nervous breakdown. And we don’t need pundits … we need some good crime reporters on the news every night. And then maybe a couple of miracles.
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