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Reality Check

I am often called a “progressive”. While I prefer that to being called “regressive” I would say that my personal politics are more active than that. It’s not that I disagree with most Progressive policies, it’s that they don’t go far enough. Let me explain. I think that most self called progressives would agree that Mitt Romney and his ilk are a waste of space. By Romney, I don’t mean Conservative or Republican. I can get along with a real, educated, intelligent Conservative. By Romney, I mean a lying, cheating, bullying scum bag who believes that all people are idiots and that it is his natural divine right, by divine fiat, to impoverish people financially, medically and spiritually. Yes, I have opinions. In contrast, Barrack Obama, while not a great man or even a great president, looks like a saint.

I am not denigrating the President. I am certain that he is a good man. If I could vote, I would certainly vote for him, especially given that the alternative is a cess pool in the shape of a Mormon. And yes, Obama makes Bill Clinton look good and compared to George W. Bush, President Obama is a genius. That’s not saying much, since a five year old with Down’s syndrome is a genius compared to “Dubya”. But, I digress.

America is the home of Harvard and Yale and it is the home of Bob Jones University. America is the place where a scholar can be president and it is a place where a political candidate can run for office with an unacredited Law Degree. (I’m looking at you Michele Bachman). It is a place where some of the very best cuisine in the world is created and presented and where you can get a box of fifty McNuggets for ten dollars. It is the home of some of the very best art and culture in the world and it is the home of “Jersey Shore” and the Kardashians. It is the home of the Pulitzer Prize and it is the home of Fox (we make up the) News. America is the place both world wide devastation and Snooki’s vaginal itch are given equal play, equal import, equal weight.

How can you decide what is important when the information you get is delivered to you by a company whose owners have a stake in what is reported? Or is made up? How can you make an informed decision about voting when both sides are owned and operated by the same companies? How can you live in a country where a corporation is given the same rights and priviledges as a person, without the responsibilties of personhood? How can you help a culture, where those who have sacrificed to defend that culture are discarded like a used condom after that culture no longer has use for them? What credence can you give a society where it’s citizens would rather give more weight to an insane actress than to scientists? Where one of the major “religions” was invented by a science fiction writer in 1952 and another was invented by a con artist who wanted to cohabit with more than one wife? Where the superstitions of a pre-civilization people are taken as facts? Where a law maker wants to decree that Pi be exactly equal to 3 (like in the Bible) and where another wants everyone to have at least average IQ?

I wish I had the answers.

Above the 49th Parallel

Yes, Glenn Beck is a pin head. Yes, Rush Limbaugh is a drug addled degenerate who can only get hard when he thinks of Barbara Bush defecating. Yes, Bill O’Reilly has all the manners of a recovered cocaine addict and the sweet subtlety of an anal probe. Yes, Sean Hannity blows dead bears. Yes, Sarah Palin’s main talent with her mouth is not talking. Yes, Michelle Bachman needs to have her prescription for ritalin cut back. Yes, Christine O’Donnell is a throwback to the days of the inquisition. And finally yes, Ann Coulter is a wretched excuse for a human being male, female or whatever,

That’s not the point.

The point is that while Glenn Beck (henceforeth to be known as Bobo the Simpleminded) and his ilk make a pronunciation that is evil, stupid, wrong minded, hilarious and just plain stupid, he isn’t playing to us. When Bill (Captain Queeg) O’Reilly goes off the deep end and foaming at the mouth, he gets paid. And, all of the above, evil scum sucking as they are, get paid well. They get paid very well.

So when Scott Walker is stubborn as he is, it’s NOT political suicide, babies. It’s am audition for the biggest reality show this side of the 49th parralel. Because when Walker gets recalled, or beaten (I mean that politically by the way), he is ready to make the big bucks stumping the Conservative Comedy circuit, he’ll be able to prove to them that he was not defeated fairly. It was a conspiracy of damn Hippie Liberal pundits who beat poor old American Scott (like the toilet tissue). And he’ll froth and he’ll moan. Right now, babies, old Scott is just paying his dues.

The point is that politics has become show biz. When Bill Clinton played his sax on the Arsenio Hall show, politics changed. It always was show biz, but now it has become mandatory that each and every presidential candidate bring his or her message to the peepul. That they pander to the peepul. That they make the peepul like them.

Now, Mr. Clinton is not to my taste but he showed the people, I am one of you. I belong. I probably hot box my wife. And the people loved him for it.

I am not saying that Mr. Clinton was not qualified to be president. I am saying he pandered.

The question henceforth is going to be all about image and it is not going to be about presidential image.

It’s going to be about who can connect with the voters, not on an intellectual, policy level, but on a gut level.

And Johnny Knoxville will be the next President.

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