In light of all the bickering and dickering, posturing, pouting, politicking and out and out gaslighting, for my money based at a certain address in Dodge City, but rambling and ranging from the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol, the news reports from your chosen channel of poison pill dispenser that all end up sounding like "Oh, yeah? Whatabout..." before descending into false equivalence coupled with finger-pointing and blame-gaming as an integral part of our institutional problem-solving matrix, I think we may be done.
Welcome to the New American Political Normal, please insert forty cents for the next three minutes. You probably don't get that. At one time in America, we had phones in glass booths on every street corner because we had no phones in our pockets. We could put coins in those phones, starting with a dime, and call people, Mrs. Avery. We can't afford a return to the Good Old Days so this day will have to do. Especially since this is all there is.
Not that long ago, as a nation, we were falling in love with love. We were a nation of dreamers who saw our best days yet to be. Sic transit optimism. As is the case so often in personal relationships, there's a phase in any courtship where every single thing is endearing and precious and then as life grinds on, we find ourselves waiting for the shine to come off. The same habits once so cute become irritations and annoyances and, if unchecked and uncorrected, grounds for growing apart and divorce. And who's to bless and who's to blame?
It's us because it's always us. We routinely hold elections for office-seekers as if we were auditioning magicians. Open the curtain and let the wizards' duel begin! Voila! Healthcare or poof! a balanced budget or Ka-zaam! an exit strategy for a war no one ever wanted, equal treatment of everyone and anyone as some kind of novel and futile gesture, and women's' rights sacrificed for politically expedient and obscure goals. That's our star-spangled kabuki theater.
Welcome to the New American Political Normal, please insert forty cents for the next three minutes. You probably don't get that. At one time in America, we had phones in glass booths on every street corner because we had no phones in our pockets. We could put coins in those phones, starting with a dime, and call people, Mrs. Avery. We can't afford a return to the Good Old Days so this day will have to do. Especially since this is all there is.
Not that long ago, as a nation, we were falling in love with love. We were a nation of dreamers who saw our best days yet to be. Sic transit optimism. As is the case so often in personal relationships, there's a phase in any courtship where every single thing is endearing and precious and then as life grinds on, we find ourselves waiting for the shine to come off. The same habits once so cute become irritations and annoyances and, if unchecked and uncorrected, grounds for growing apart and divorce. And who's to bless and who's to blame?
It's us because it's always us. We routinely hold elections for office-seekers as if we were auditioning magicians. Open the curtain and let the wizards' duel begin! Voila! Healthcare or poof! a balanced budget or Ka-zaam! an exit strategy for a war no one ever wanted, equal treatment of everyone and anyone as some kind of novel and futile gesture, and women's' rights sacrificed for politically expedient and obscure goals. That's our star-spangled kabuki theater.
All with no money down and no easy, monthly payments. But then when the house lights come up, it's always no more than two old white guys in bathrobes and pointy hats left on stage.
And a lot of unpaid bills. These bastards wanted to be what we wanted them to be and we sure as hell wanted it as badly as they did. And none of it will ever really happen because none of it was ever really real. "It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves."
-bill kenny
And a lot of unpaid bills. These bastards wanted to be what we wanted them to be and we sure as hell wanted it as badly as they did. And none of it will ever really happen because none of it was ever really real. "It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves."
-bill kenny
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