AMERICA'S DYSFUNCTIONAL MARRIAGE WITH IT'S EXISTING POLITICAL SYSTEM



America’s relationship with its leaders is like that of the housewife married to a traveling salesman---who comes home every four years. Like a good little girl, American citizens stay home, build the foundation for our families, our community, we do our civic duty, register to vote, buy into the two party system while the husband is on the road presumably growing the empire expanding our financial opportunities by closing business day in day out on behalf of our family, calling upon us to make sacrifice as he works on our security, even though his contributions to the family table shrink as the years go by.

But every four years, he comes back, spends a few weeks at home, tells us how much he loves us, he even learns a few new sexual tricks, including the Venus Butterfly, and gives us the best orgasms we have ever had, all while telling us how we are one big break, one big sale from owning our own home and securing our child’s education and our retirement. We believe him. After he has once again won us over, left us starry if not glassy eyed, he heads back out on the road again, hoping and praying for the best---even as his returns to the nest become ever briefer, and his contributions to the family budget get even smaller. He even asks us for an interim loan.

While we request a meeting he instead assures us, by a well written press release instead of a phone call that expenses have just been high, it is after all a tough economy out there. Upon hearing rumors of the adulterous two timer who burns the midnight oil with one lobbyist after another, we finally get suspicious, perhaps take some money out of the family money jar over the stove and pay a private detective. What we learn is that he has a second rather palatial home in a different part of the country, with a swimming pool, cabana and young girls lying out by the pool 24/7, a full time butler and chef while his Neocon cronies play poker by the cabana over single malt scotch, Cuban Cigars and the finest cocaine, making jokes about the crazy annoying bitch who asks too many questions.

Back at the Old homestead while we are eating mac & cheese and sleeping on our futon its nothing but the Best Steak and Opus 1 for our fearless leader who before retiring to his Luxury Duxiana Bed receives a massage from his two Geisha's every night. We learn that apparently he is cutting deals left and right, providing himself with the best Health Care and benefits package and luxury amenities he can think of. We are befuddled. We begin to ask questions which he turns over to his representative/publicist who tells us (a) that we have no reason for concern, things are not what they seem, (b) the inquiry is an insult to the integrity of all the men who work to build security for their spouses while being alone on the road and (c) then finally asks us in a rhetorical fashion whether we are insecure, emotionally unstable or just flat out nuts and prone to conspiracy theories and (d) when we ask why his contributions have been shrinking he tells us that his poker buddies BOA, Merrill and Goldman lost their shirts in a recent game to a guy named Ponzi who Madoff with their funds and he just had to bail them out because Ponzi owns the company that they all work for.