Election 2006
Hordes of fans have been clamoring for my two cents on the recent election. Well, as The Clam would say, "It's a secret ballot, so I'm not telling you who I voted for!"
However, I do have this to say. (It may not be super deep, and it's probably not even original. There's no such thing as an original idea. Deal with it.)
I have come to 2 conclusions about politicians in general. Forget the whole Republican/Democrat/Libertarian etc. (or Liberals/Conservatives/NDP/Parti Quebecois for our neighbors to the north) . Forget it. Politics is a big, giant joke. It's wrestling. And I don't mean real wrestling like high school and college aged boys do. I mean WWF wrestling. "Wrasslin," if you will. The whole thing is fake. Sorry to freak you all out. Here's how it works: There are heroes and there are villains. Sometimes the heroes become villains, and vice versa. Depending on who you are, you may root for a villain, because he's your hero. So you vote for Hulk Hogan, because you think he will be a more benevolent dictator than, say, Rowdy Roddy Piper. But in the end, it really makes no difference who you vote for, because...
They don't care one rat's patooty about us. It is a little, exclusive club of excessively wealthy people who want to (a) keep their money, and (b) make more money. Because, you know, you can never have too much money. They have no actual political convictions. They blow with the wind (like Louis Renault from Casablanca). And, depending on which party they claim allegiance to, they may claim to want to protect the poor, or cut off the welfare cow. But the vast majority of Americans and Canadians aren't welfare cases. We get up in the morning and go to work. We're not rich, and never will be. We just want a job, some healthcare, a home, and to retire before our 75th birthday. Politicians don't care. They don't care because they have no concept of life in our shoes. These people don't know what it is like to try to budget for groceries and gas and the heat bill. They have no concept. (See above comment about them being rich.) In the end, it doesn't matter to them if our jobs get outsourced to India, because no one they know will be affected, except that their shares in the corporation will go up. And their positions on social issues are completely based on what people want to hear. (Or as Kang said in that brilliant Simpsons Halloween episode, "Abortions for some, miniature American flags for others!")
What triggered this, you ask? Well, it's been simmering beneath the surface for awhile. But really, the straw that broke the camel's back was this whole George Bush/Nancy Pelosi story. You see, Democrats have been playing Good Cop for the last several months (regarding Iraq anyway) whereas President Bush (and his merry band) have been playing Bad Cop. But now, with the shift of power, soon the Dems will be Bad Cop again and the Reps (but not Lame Duck Bush) will be Good Cop. See, it's all a game, people!
Do I sound depressed? Actually, I'm not. There is a certain relief that comes with this kind of clarity. I feel better, lighter, cleaner somehow.
The Big Seester
However, I do have this to say. (It may not be super deep, and it's probably not even original. There's no such thing as an original idea. Deal with it.)
I have come to 2 conclusions about politicians in general. Forget the whole Republican/Democrat/Libertarian etc. (or Liberals/Conservatives/NDP/Parti Quebecois for our neighbors to the north) . Forget it. Politics is a big, giant joke. It's wrestling. And I don't mean real wrestling like high school and college aged boys do. I mean WWF wrestling. "Wrasslin," if you will. The whole thing is fake. Sorry to freak you all out. Here's how it works: There are heroes and there are villains. Sometimes the heroes become villains, and vice versa. Depending on who you are, you may root for a villain, because he's your hero. So you vote for Hulk Hogan, because you think he will be a more benevolent dictator than, say, Rowdy Roddy Piper. But in the end, it really makes no difference who you vote for, because...
They don't care one rat's patooty about us. It is a little, exclusive club of excessively wealthy people who want to (a) keep their money, and (b) make more money. Because, you know, you can never have too much money. They have no actual political convictions. They blow with the wind (like Louis Renault from Casablanca). And, depending on which party they claim allegiance to, they may claim to want to protect the poor, or cut off the welfare cow. But the vast majority of Americans and Canadians aren't welfare cases. We get up in the morning and go to work. We're not rich, and never will be. We just want a job, some healthcare, a home, and to retire before our 75th birthday. Politicians don't care. They don't care because they have no concept of life in our shoes. These people don't know what it is like to try to budget for groceries and gas and the heat bill. They have no concept. (See above comment about them being rich.) In the end, it doesn't matter to them if our jobs get outsourced to India, because no one they know will be affected, except that their shares in the corporation will go up. And their positions on social issues are completely based on what people want to hear. (Or as Kang said in that brilliant Simpsons Halloween episode, "Abortions for some, miniature American flags for others!")
What triggered this, you ask? Well, it's been simmering beneath the surface for awhile. But really, the straw that broke the camel's back was this whole George Bush/Nancy Pelosi story. You see, Democrats have been playing Good Cop for the last several months (regarding Iraq anyway) whereas President Bush (and his merry band) have been playing Bad Cop. But now, with the shift of power, soon the Dems will be Bad Cop again and the Reps (but not Lame Duck Bush) will be Good Cop. See, it's all a game, people!
Do I sound depressed? Actually, I'm not. There is a certain relief that comes with this kind of clarity. I feel better, lighter, cleaner somehow.
The Big Seester
posted by The Big Seester | 12:51 PM
2 Comments:
Wow - something else we agree on!
You should post your reality show idea. Come to think of it, we should try to get a hold of Morgan Spurlock. I'll bet he could get that in gear.
OK, I will! But, it will have to be not today. Between trying to type without one of my forefingers and the fact that the library "computing machines" are powered by hamsters walking on a wheel (trust me - it's too slow for them to be running) it will have to wait until I can get to a reasonable computer.
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