There is a certain amount of morbid fun watching the lead-up to the elections in America. Kind of like watching a dead animal lying in the sun, there are twitches and noises that could indicate some for of life, but in your heart you just know that its simply a swarm of scavengers taking what they can from the bloated corpse that was one a vibrant living thing. The good thing is that no matter how deep the rot, how putrid the landscape and how truly horrible the decay is, you can be damned sure that no investigative journalist has the balls to roll the beast over into the light and expose all those maggot ridden channels in the flesh of the once great beast.
Well that’s pretty much used up my ‘morbid metaphor for the day’ quota so I’ll get down to brass tacks.
It seems that you can’t be a serious presidential candidate until you’ve ghost written a book. Once you’ve done that, your books go out into the stores where the capitalist impulse causes consumers with delusions of intelligence to buy the book of the candidate they already favour, so that they can congratulate themselves on how wonderful their choice really is. Its a trend that has been repeated throughout time, we have to reinforce our uninformed opinions, by swallowing large chunks of relatively unrelated information, that we can stretch to fit our existing bias.
I’ve noticed that the book stores have shuffled their candidates books of late. Pride of place is the harried looking Obama, telling us it’s all about hope while wearing an expression that screams “Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into”. This book looms at us from a prominent display at eye-level, one assumes indicating that this is where the consumers interest lies. Down and to the right (pun intended), lies the Clinton pile, and from it beams the face of your 4th grade teacher, or possibly a past-her-prime dominatrix, I’m not sure which. Her expression seems to say, “if you don’t make me president I’m going to give you a good thrashing young man”.
There are republican books too….. somewhere, possibly balancing out that short leg of the cashiers chair. No one seems to want to read about republicans, maybe they are the good guys this time around, but we’ve heard so many of Bush’s lies that if a republican claimed that the sun will rise tomorrow we’d all be up early just to check.
Diebold Accidentally Leaks Results Of 2008 Election Early
Of course as the Onion well knows only the Shadowy Overlords can select an American president, but people forget that it is the presidential assassins that determine how long they get to stay there. With that in mind I’ve got my legion of brainwashed willing followers on standby ready to take matters into their own manicured hands.
This is Jasmine, she is one of my favourite minions with a penchant for wearing furry animal hats. She is a Libra (go figure) who likes cuddly animals, blueberry Vodka Cruisers, the color lilac, and taking headshots at 3,000 meters.
Then there is Christy, she’s a lovely girl who like Romantic Comedies, long walks on the beach, skinny dipping, and can kick the shit out of an enraged Sumo.
Gotta go now… the nurse says its time for my medications………….














