The GOP and DNC are just two cheeks of the same corpulent, fetid ass that blows one flavor of shit or another on the rest of us, dressing it up in fancy clothes and scenting it with Chanel or Jovan Musk, depending on the socio-economics of the mob they are pandering too.
The rest of us are just vast herds of tax cattle, sorted into pens b…
The GOP and DNC are just two cheeks of the same corpulent, fetid ass that blows one flavor of shit or another on the rest of us, dressing it up in fancy clothes and scenting it with Chanel or Jovan Musk, depending on the socio-economics of the mob they are pandering too.
The rest of us are just vast herds of tax cattle, sorted into pens by red or blue ear tag, and plied with an endless litany of bromides and platitudes specifically designed to appeal to the emotional, reptilian part of the brain stem, to elicit everything from a soothing calm to a hysterical outrage, depending on the proclivities of the livestock in question and the evolving needs of the tax ranchers.
Above all, each bovine taxpayer must be convinced, and that conviction frequently reinforced, that his/her counterpart in the other pen, sporting the other color ear tag, is the enemy, which can only be defeated by supporting, ideologically and especially financially, whichever ass-cheek is most trusted and which shit sandwich is tastiest.
Meanwhile, the ranchers keep on stealing (er... I mean taxing, printing and borrowing) both herds blind, to the tune of 40%+ of their output, raking in trillions and "redistributing" the loot among favored cronies and constituencies, after, of course, taking a nice cut for themselves and laughing all the way to the bank.
It is kind of an old story, dating back to at least the Sumerians, and what the Romans called 'divide et impera'. But then, the ranchers don't teach the calves about that in schools anymore, instead being focused on far more crucial topics such as the virtuous beneficence of the ranchers and the overarching importance of the color of one's hide.
But all the bovines will just keep ambling around the pasture, looking for the fresh patches of grass as the farmer permits, mooing angrily at the cattle in the other pen, and gazing at the ranchers with big loving eyes, secure in the knowledge that they know what's best and have the herd's best interests at heart.
The GOP and DNC are just two cheeks of the same corpulent, fetid ass that blows one flavor of shit or another on the rest of us, dressing it up in fancy clothes and scenting it with Chanel or Jovan Musk, depending on the socio-economics of the mob they are pandering too.
The rest of us are just vast herds of tax cattle, sorted into pens by red or blue ear tag, and plied with an endless litany of bromides and platitudes specifically designed to appeal to the emotional, reptilian part of the brain stem, to elicit everything from a soothing calm to a hysterical outrage, depending on the proclivities of the livestock in question and the evolving needs of the tax ranchers.
Above all, each bovine taxpayer must be convinced, and that conviction frequently reinforced, that his/her counterpart in the other pen, sporting the other color ear tag, is the enemy, which can only be defeated by supporting, ideologically and especially financially, whichever ass-cheek is most trusted and which shit sandwich is tastiest.
Meanwhile, the ranchers keep on stealing (er... I mean taxing, printing and borrowing) both herds blind, to the tune of 40%+ of their output, raking in trillions and "redistributing" the loot among favored cronies and constituencies, after, of course, taking a nice cut for themselves and laughing all the way to the bank.
It is kind of an old story, dating back to at least the Sumerians, and what the Romans called 'divide et impera'. But then, the ranchers don't teach the calves about that in schools anymore, instead being focused on far more crucial topics such as the virtuous beneficence of the ranchers and the overarching importance of the color of one's hide.
But all the bovines will just keep ambling around the pasture, looking for the fresh patches of grass as the farmer permits, mooing angrily at the cattle in the other pen, and gazing at the ranchers with big loving eyes, secure in the knowledge that they know what's best and have the herd's best interests at heart.
Pathetic.