You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy™
American Politics.
The system is alive, like Frankenstein’s monster gorging on electricity in a Transylvania castle.
The creature is rising off the operating table, growling, its political bolts pulsing with super charged rhetoric.
The villagers are gathering below, pitchforks raised, torches burning, a growing tide of angst.
Who will win? Who will separate from the pack? Who can lead a nation?
Can the monster endure?
The candidates are so plentiful you need a program to keep them straight, especially on the Republican side of the equation.
Trump. Bush. Carson. Huckabee. Clinton.
It’s a whose who of who is who?
The pundits are hard at work.
She a liar. He’s a dope. He’s arrogant.
Take your pick, the pundits don’t care.
The election is 15 months away, but you wouldn’t know it.
The political monster; IT IS ALIVE!
The monster rises off the operating table and growls.
Build a wall.
Cut taxes.
The issues almost don’t matter.
The Multi headed political monster wobbles with life eating a hot dog on a stick.
The monster kisses babies.
The Trump Monster gives children rides in a real live Trump-Copter.
The pundits watch the Monster’s every move.
“He’s a shade of green the electorate won’t vote for,” says one.
“He is going to have to soften that growl and make it friendly to Hispanic voters,” screams another.
The morning news shows are churning like a locomotive without brakes rolling down a mountain greased with WD40.
Grass Roots. Base politics. Monster Madness.
It’s interesting, but how long can the talking heads sustain this level of enthusiastic rhetoric?
For the rest of the ride, I think.
This election is more interesting than in the past.
Never before has there been so much diversity, so much need for beltway insiders to be neophyte political outsiders.
Remember way back when?
Ross Perot was an independent. He was a businessman. He was a big eared little man with a whiny voice who stole votes from the traditional parties.
Now you have businessmen plus a brain surgeon plus a former CEO.
It’s unscripted reality TV.
There’s a non political authenticity at work here.
So the multi headed monster will walk the land, eating pork chop sandwiches and screeching anything to get applause.
And through it all, the pundits will prattle and capitulate and pontificate and regurgitate.
It’s a spectacle that has all of Transylvania buzzing.
Get your pitchforks ready America.
Monster Madness 2016 is coming to a little village near you.
Life’s Crazy™