Our real enemies in political life are not this cynical senator or the interests sensitive representative, the mayor who has to place his wife´s dumb cousin in a job or the governor who runs to important meetings in the public interest like the Tourism Fair in Paris or Rio, or the Nation Hand Gun Convention in Omaha- My worst enemy in the political life of the city, state and country is my own fat ass.
From this side of the Atlantic too, people tend to sit back, munch on one junk food or another to complain as the TV set spits out stupidities. What are those stupidities? They are the so-called analysis of the self proclaimed news experts who with half the facts under their control try to help us understand the half the facts that our glorious leaders (no relation to North Korea´s anointed one…yet) are trying to hide from us. Here as well as there politicians know that we moan and groan but keep voting for the same old flavors of vitamin enriched ice cream a la democrat, republican or populist. Here and there they pat us on the head. From time to time, in voting season, they tell us to wake up beautiful. Time to vote for daddy again. They call us once and then breathlessly they wait hoping we will roll over and sleep it off. Long live democracy in action!
Friends here and there, we must fill our hands with our future. I suggest that we buy a roll of postage stamps. On the web we find the addresses of all our politicos. Write them! Put terror in their heart knowing that the giant is indeed awake and upset. Then, at election time let´s put our corn chips and dips and beer to the side, pull it out of the chair and vote them out of office if we are unhappy. Democrats? Republicans? Trumpets there or the Mariano, Suzie, Pablo here or the Marie wrapped in the French flag there? So what´s the different if their empty babble hides the nature of the reality they offer us. With some exceptions, of course, we are not their beloved friends but their means to their ends. Let´s each of us lick a few stamps!
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