Thursday, February 06, 2014
Weighing the Crazies
Thrashing it Out
-Let’s hit them on unemployment. They got a hundred
pie-in-the-sky plans and they’ve all come to shit!
-That’s a perpetual mess. Probably smarter in the long run
to let the market decide, but patience not a political winner.
-Women too! The other side pretends all touchy-feely sensitivity, but...
-The girls are killing us! And before you say Hispanics...!
-Let’s call them Spicks. Has to be some fun in here somewhere!
-They’ve drained the fun! The country has.
-Well, we still have our clarity!
-Once. We’re faking that too now.
-Anyway, the good thing is that our fractious Crazies are injecting
us with...
-Craziness!
-Okay, they’re changing the rules of the asylum.
-Ah yes, but still no doubt who runs it. Me and Thou.
-White. Old. Tired.
-But the Force remaining with us!
-Did you say farce?
-Indispensable also. Don’t they say that tragedy ultimately
gets repeated as farce? Where are we now?
-In the delightful middle of a blood sport, and we love it!
-The victims don’t.
-Some show depth and some, burlesque.
-Speaking of which, we’re like the baggy pants comedian with
the erection device. He springs it when Madame La Wronga
sashays by!
-Shush! Or they’ll ruin that too!
Labels: burlesque, Hispanics, old white men, platform, unemployment, women
