The incalculably rich Dark Powers that own both parties and their candidates have got things back to just about where they want them.
The Bernie Sanders revolution has been put down. The Democrats tossed him a few orts from the big table and in return he endorsed Hillary Clinton. Now the media whores are touting those orts as if they were caviar, promoting the meaningless party platform as the most progressive in history. Holy Thoughts and Prayers, Batman, it’s healing time again! Lock up the good silver!
Big name Republicans are lining up — some of them poutily, but good soldiering nonetheless — behind Donald Trump’s candidacy. Bob Knight, surely the slimiest insect ever to infest college sports, is going to speak on behalf of the Man With the Orange Otter at the party’s national convention. If ever two slimeballs deserved one another . . . Speaker Ryan”s going to speak for Trump, too. I bet they’ll even dust off old Dubyuh in another few days. After all, we have nothing like the Chilcot commission to shed light on his war criminality the way the Brits did on his lapdog, Tony Blair. Sarah Palin will be there, too, no doubt. All told, expect enough intellectual firepower to ignite a bulb in a flea’s navel.
My so-called liberal friends tell me it’s time to bite my tongue and vote for the lesser of two evils. I tell them to bite my arse.
This country has been going downhill ever since it elected a corporate-owned B-movie actor to be its front man as the cold war before this one was winding down. I used to invoke the rubber ball theory — the notion that our government, like a rubber ball, could fall only so far before hitting the floor and bouncing back up. But with the nomination of the two most disliked individuals ever to seek the presidency, I have come to realize that we have an unlimited supply of mendacious mediocrities waiting in the wings to preside over the decline and fall of our empire. And we have rigged the system to assure that no candidates of merit will ever again have a chance to win the White House, because such people tell the truth — the last thing American voters want to hear.
The party conventions are just around the corner. Listen up, Americans. Listen up and lap it up. It’s your kind of bovine excrement.