Building The Perfect Beast
"Bernie Sanders smacks Hillary around in New Hampshire, winning by a 22% margin. In spite of this, Hillary ends up with the same number of delegates as Bernie. How's that possible? Because hidden under the table and off the ballot are super delegates. Yes, these delegates are super and are used to protect the parties favorite candidate from some grassroots upstart who just might threaten the chosen one's insider status. "I mean, come on, we can't have some punk messing with the status quo. You think it's easy creating a status quo out of thin air?" This does not ensure that the super delegates can pull Hillary's butt outta the fire, though.
When you get right down to it, Hillary is being foisted on the party. In fact, she has been foisted as the chosen one for at least a decade. Not by the people, mind you, but by the fat-cat insiders who collect super delegates like Vito Corleone collected judges."
There is nothing more virtuous than a man who's never accomplished anything. He has no failures to drag down his good name. Nothing to be challenged on. And, nothing to be sorry for. He is a blank slate to others, and therefore can be anything his followers want him to be. Of course, I’m using the term “Man” generically, this applies equally to women, maybe, more so. If only, because they aren’t nearly as well known in political circles.
That is Hillary Clinton, in a nutshell. A woman whose whole resume was built by political partisans who needed a face and a name, a brand, if you will, to sell to the public. That is the benefit of kingly dynasties, “We liked Bill Clinton, he was a good king….I mean a good president. Maybe, his wife will be a good one too?” they say. It’s easier that way, you don’t have to sell an unfamiliar product. You just trot out the old one with a new look and “Voila” it’s done. With a few billion dollars invested, of course. But the surer the bet, the bigger the payoff, the better the odds.
What does Hillary really stand for? Whatever. One day she’s a military Hawk, the next a would-be socialist, although thinly disguised as a cautious capitalist who will rule fairly, but with an iron fist, “All the better to pummel her capitalist enemies with,” she says. Yes, Hillary will help those who can’t help themselves. Meaning everyone, since she knows all too well how greedy and voracious corporations can be. She, unlike most politicians, will be for the little guy, while taking big, big donations from the big guy’s, as well. But, that’s only because she is Hillary; savior of mankind and valiant servant of the people. Only Hillary can walk this fine line between heaven and hell, so they tell us. What evidence do we have that this is true? The say so of her most ardent supporters, that’s who, most of whom are filthy rich, but no matter. Let’s face it, you don’t get to be that rich without knowing how to get things done. “That’s all you can really hope for anyway.” Say the people.
This isn’t even a farce. It’s more a game, one that everybody plays with the hopes that most folks aren’t paying attention, even a little bit. But, when it gets down to it, they’ll go and faithfully vote anyway. Then, the second tier of support is comprised of people who made up their minds long ago and are so partisan they’d vote for a child molester, as longs as he or she belonged to the right party. After that, there are the ballot box stuffers and the volunteer bus drivers who’ll pick up grandma and take her to the poll. They’ll ransack the street people, the druggies, the low level pimps and pushers who they’ll give twenty bucks, just for pulling the right lever.
“Yes, these are Jesus’ people,” they will say. “You know, Jesus hung with lowlifes too. Aren’t they a part of the democratic process, the disenfranchised, the downtrodden.” Unfortunately, most were disenfranchised way back, when they beat their grannies senseless for ten dollars to buy some crack cocaine.
Yes, these are Jesus people, for the time being, at least. When the cameras are gone and, after the elections are stolen, they’ll quietly disappear from sight, till next time, when democracy calls. They’ll be ready, though, with a fifth of Ripple and a rock that’s just waiting to be smoked. Then, the bus drivers will show up once again, the ballots will be filled with the names of the long dead and the press will report it all with the necessary spin. All that’s needed is the illusion of democracy, and the blindly faithful, will do the rest.
Mark Magula
That is Hillary Clinton, in a nutshell. A woman whose whole resume was built by political partisans who needed a face and a name, a brand, if you will, to sell to the public. That is the benefit of kingly dynasties, “We liked Bill Clinton, he was a good king….I mean a good president. Maybe, his wife will be a good one too?” they say. It’s easier that way, you don’t have to sell an unfamiliar product. You just trot out the old one with a new look and “Voila” it’s done. With a few billion dollars invested, of course. But the surer the bet, the bigger the payoff, the better the odds.
What does Hillary really stand for? Whatever. One day she’s a military Hawk, the next a would-be socialist, although thinly disguised as a cautious capitalist who will rule fairly, but with an iron fist, “All the better to pummel her capitalist enemies with,” she says. Yes, Hillary will help those who can’t help themselves. Meaning everyone, since she knows all too well how greedy and voracious corporations can be. She, unlike most politicians, will be for the little guy, while taking big, big donations from the big guy’s, as well. But, that’s only because she is Hillary; savior of mankind and valiant servant of the people. Only Hillary can walk this fine line between heaven and hell, so they tell us. What evidence do we have that this is true? The say so of her most ardent supporters, that’s who, most of whom are filthy rich, but no matter. Let’s face it, you don’t get to be that rich without knowing how to get things done. “That’s all you can really hope for anyway.” Say the people.
This isn’t even a farce. It’s more a game, one that everybody plays with the hopes that most folks aren’t paying attention, even a little bit. But, when it gets down to it, they’ll go and faithfully vote anyway. Then, the second tier of support is comprised of people who made up their minds long ago and are so partisan they’d vote for a child molester, as longs as he or she belonged to the right party. After that, there are the ballot box stuffers and the volunteer bus drivers who’ll pick up grandma and take her to the poll. They’ll ransack the street people, the druggies, the low level pimps and pushers who they’ll give twenty bucks, just for pulling the right lever.
“Yes, these are Jesus’ people,” they will say. “You know, Jesus hung with lowlifes too. Aren’t they a part of the democratic process, the disenfranchised, the downtrodden.” Unfortunately, most were disenfranchised way back, when they beat their grannies senseless for ten dollars to buy some crack cocaine.
Yes, these are Jesus people, for the time being, at least. When the cameras are gone and, after the elections are stolen, they’ll quietly disappear from sight, till next time, when democracy calls. They’ll be ready, though, with a fifth of Ripple and a rock that’s just waiting to be smoked. Then, the bus drivers will show up once again, the ballots will be filled with the names of the long dead and the press will report it all with the necessary spin. All that’s needed is the illusion of democracy, and the blindly faithful, will do the rest.
Mark Magula