ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLEEEEEE!?…
No?
Yeah, neither am I,
truth be told,
but the shit storm
has officially kicked off,
so we might as well
sit back, relax,
and watch the chaos commence.
Both Team Red and Team Blue
are lining up their contestants
for participation in the debacle
that is known as American political theater.
Some people call it a horse race,
but all these sorry bums
look more like jackasses to me.
First up, it’s the Grand Old Party –
taking to the airwaves
of the most fair and balanced
corporate news juggernaut
to ever weasel its way
into the collective consciousness
of the human species…
none other than FOX.
(which, for all the numerologists
who are truly in the know
about how these dark occult
practices really work,
happens to be 666)
The Presidency of the United States of America
(one nation under the Federal Reserve
with slavery and debt for all)
is said to be
the most powerful position
in the world,
nay, in the galaxy,
nay, dammit!, in the
entire known universe…
so what better way
to pick the proper person for the job
than to line up ten buffoons
and let them spew
thirty second soundbites
back and forth
as they nip at each other’s heels
like rabid dogs
that need to be put down.
(hey, even Old Yeller
had to go
once the disease
had fully taken hold)
Never mind
that we live in a complicated world
besot with complicated problems
that need to be diagnosed
with precise, thoughtful, deep analysis…
the masses are not interested
in such nuanced discussion;
they want a bloodbath
of bread and circus;
so guess what,
that is exactly what
they are going to get,
time and time again,
until the wretched spell
is eventually broken
and they wake up
from the amnesic sleep
of apathy and disillusionment
that they’ve been socially engineered into
through years of television advertisements,
pharmaceutical drugs,
processed poisonous food,
ridiculous public education,
mindless career paths,
and all the other myriad forms
of diversion
that keep them
shut-eyed and in a coma.
We’re still over a year away
from the 2016 election,
but the pedal
has officially been slammed
to the metal;
so get ready
because it’s sure to be
a nonstop clown show
from here on out.
Hey, Bubba,
pass the popcorn.