these bitchz b TRIPPIN' over the debt ceiling debacle
it's strange how everything seems to be unravelling at the seams, and yet we, especially americans, are sitting and watching like it's merely a trailer for the blockbuster sequel to Independence Day (with Tony Award nominee, Bill Pullman, returning as President Whitmore). it's strange how we don't even try. strange, but completely understandable. it's extremely difficult to feel passion for something, for example a political issue, only to be shut out and fucked over by the persons whose job description specifically includes taking you seriously, for example 99.9% of our publicly elected officials. this latest debt ceiling crisis is only the cherry on top of the sinking ship sundae that is the american government and economy as we know it. smell ya later, first world, it's been real.
in conclusion, since congress seems to think this is all an amazingly awful and catty drama-driven reality show, i propose that we start to play it the same way by calling in to a toll-free phone line to vote off a shitty congressman every week. and the best part is we just keep going until all of them are kicked out of D.C. and preferably the country 'cause then that way none of them are the winner, we are! the prize is a cover of The Wallstreet Journal and a $100,000 contract with the National Treasury. and Heidi Klum is the host, just to really drive the point home.
"in the world of governments, one day you are in and the next you are out. i'm sorry i'm not sorry, john boehner, but you are out. auf wiedersehen"
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