The Fundamental American Con of Voting and Choice

“The reason they call it the American Dream is because you have to be asleep to believe it.” St. George the Prophet

Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Listen and read carefully. I’m saying unequivocally that voting — and I’ll make it easy by sticking with national and federal elections — is a complete and absolute waste of time. Have you ever seen those kiddie can seats that as equipped with a steering wheel? Baby thinks she’s driving. It’s pacifying. It cements the illusion of control. The same baby when crying can be distracted by jiggling keys. As young folks we run for student council. Why? Primarily to suck up and play the obeisant and obsequious, fawning ass kisser, the bootlick and toady. Padding the old c.v. But we sorta believed that there was a bit of power in these make-believe tribunals. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Bush-Clinton-Bush-Obama-REPEAT. Do you see any difference? You shouldn’t. Because there is none. Not in the least. AL or NL. It’s still baseball. Two sides of the same phony coin. Diet Coke or Diet Pepsi. McDonald’s of Burger King. Do you think these are choices? Viable, actual, real, palpable ad tenable choices? That’s the illusion.

It’s a work. Look, take my city New York. It voted in Bill de Blasio because of his son’s Afro. I swear that’s the only reason I can figure other than Weiner imploding and Quinn, well, who knows. As New York braces for an LIRR rail strike Friday, Billy’s off to Italia despite the potentially critical and crippling political optics. Cue Mario PerilloThat’s why I always vote for me.

I always vote for me. I voted for Obama the first time. I bought into the con. And look, I mean McCain-Palin?! Say no more. But I was conned. Barry was the biggest sellout and disappointment bar none. Wall Street loved him. Globalists loved him. And Obamacare? Written by the insurance industry. How beautiful is that? These guys make the Gambino crime family look like the Junior League. And with his trained barking seals in the Ted Baxter sock puppet media promoting the con, it was beautiful if it wasn’t so deceptive. So, after Obama I write my name in for all general elections. Mayor, POTUS, Governor? Me. Lionel. That’s my vote and I know what I’m getting. I do vote, St. George notwithstanding. I just vote for me.

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