A year or two back, about a quarter of our voters were still waiting impatiently for a certain kind of leader to emerge. They were hoping for someone tall with a large ass and hair transplants dyed yellow. Someone Aryan. He would have to have a simple vocabulary made up of one syllable words derived from Old English, a Germanic language. No three syllable words derived from Norman French. The new leader would have to be as stupid and nasty as they were, so he could represent them, male and female, in matters like the grabbing of private parts.
These voters had been waiting a long time, since the 1780s. They’d put up with the fancy dudes like George Washington and smarty-pants like James Madison, a college boy. Handsome empty guys like Harding and Bush came and went. The voters had suffered through the Presidencies of generals like Andrew Jackson, Grant and Ike. But soon it would be their turn, and the new leader would be, at last, one of them, a feckless turd.
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