Now that the dismal spectacle of our 4 billion dollar marketing extravaganza has ended I’m longing, desperately, that we might develop the same wisdom and benevolence that led the leadership of those Blessed Isles across the waters to mandate that elections shall only last 17 working days.
Here in this parched desert of mindless banality and multi-billion dollar, multi-year popularity manufacturing campaigns I am forced to resign myself to an endless landscape of pure bullshit and little else. Every once in a while there springs up a green shoot of authenticity to whet my appetite, but it soon gets trampled by craven manipulators and wealthy criminals who should be in jail, not being greased by vain power-seekers.
I am sick of the lies; the hugely expensive, sophisticated Machiavellian manipulations that, to be fair, rise in sophistication far above your standard, run of the mill lies. They rise, so to speak, like the lagoon of a corporate pig farm rises above that which dots a rural pasture with a few porcine residents.
Now, I want to be clear that I vote regularly and have voted in every election available to me. I’ve even been known to volunteer occasionally for local Democrats - if they happen to be from the democratic wing of that party. In fact I may even be a little bit smug about my particular part of the country. Every office holder, from local county council up to my Congressional Representative, whom I helped send back to that CAFO lagoon of the other Washington, is a Democrat.
It is becoming harder and harder for me to distinguish, by sight, the piles produced for my perusal by the Democratic leadership from that of the Republicans. They are all tinged green by the amount of money going into their production. It is only when approached closely and examined with some diligence that the Republican piles are found to be more foul-smelling and misshapen than those left by the Democrats. But upon casual observation they are all the same false greenish color of money and have no nutritional value.
It is deeply embarrassing to realize that the whole world is watching these election spectacles of ours. I imagine it is also deeply disturbing as well that the most powerful democracy in the world (to avoid argument, let's just say that it what it is marketed as) should undertake such shameful exercises in gaudy lying.
They probably imagine, with the tiny minority who actually participated in this last mudfest, that we’re too busy enjoying our freedoms to care about anything else. They probably don’t realize that a majority of us are not living an American Dream of freedom and plenty.
If there’s anything I’d like the world to realize about our miserable system of election money-marketing, is that we’re not lazy and apathetic; we’ve been beaten down by the constant propaganda. We no longer trust any words coming out of any mouths on the screens we watch. And, I’ll grant you, we do this screen-gazing far too much.
That’s pretty much all I wanted to say about this depressing situation. I’m hoping that maybe a few horrified observers in other parts of the world might take a minute to try and walk through two years of professional Machiavellian pigshit in our shoes before judging us.