The fact that election day comes so quickly on the heels of Halloween should neither be surprising nor overlooked. I have no idea if they held elections in the Emerald City, but I’m sure if they did, Dorothy’s three traveling companions would have thrown their hats in the ring. I can imagine the Scarecrow running on “The Corn Is Too Damn High” ticket, the Tin Man would have proclaimed that the government was too creaky and if elected he would oil the wheels of government and get things rolling again, and the Lion would have based his campaign on bringing courage back into government.
In the real world, most of the people running for office lack any brains, have no heart and are all cowards.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want you to get the impression that I dislike politics. No. The truth is, I HATE politics and all politicians!
I think your typical politician is like a Ken doll – meaning not being anatomically correct if you get my drift.
All politicians are liars, phonies, self-absorbed cry babies, and boring as hell. I think most of them run for office because they actually couldn’t get a real job.
My life has neither been supercalifragilisticexpialidocious nor goddamnawful under one party over another party. I’ve struggled under democrats in charge as well as when the GOP was in office.
And if anyone believes any of the promises made by any office seeker they need to send me a check for $5 and I promise them I’ll show them how to make a million bucks on the internet overnight.
Now to the officer seeker’s defense I must say that there is no way in hell we can expect an elected official to actually accomplish something. And that’s especially true of career politicians. I mean, how can we expect congress to agree on something for the good of the people when human nature abhors agreement. Just think about those times you and a group of friends were trying to decide what to do on a Friday night. Was everybody happy with the decision to go to the movies? Of course not. Some people wanted to go bowling, some wanted to hit a bar and some wanted to do absolutely nothing.
In my uneducated opinion, government is like a 2687 pound Shitzu on steroids – cute but would turn on you in a second. How in the world do we expect someone with even the noblest of intentions to control a dog that size? And if you take the analogy to the next logical step, consider how much shit such a dog (government) would produce!
We don’t need to elect political seekers to office, we need to find us some good dog whisperers – real people who can talk that dog back down to size and real people who think government needs to be manageable if it is to have any chance at ever being ‘man’s best friend.’
Trick or treat is okay for Halloween, but haven’t we been tricked by politicians for far too long?
I say that on election day you go into the voting booth with a big pooper scooper. And don’t give the dog a treat until it obeys OUR commands.