Clone Wars USA: 2016 Elections

Posted on February 29, 2016. Filed under: Politics | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , |

Last year (2015) when it all started, it hadn’t seemed like any time had passed at all…   prob’ly ‘cawz it had only been about two and a half years since the last one.  As certain as the cycle of the seasons, it greets us again…   seemingly earlier than it used to…   sorta like how Christmas slid from a year-end event to post-Labor Day hoop-la.  But, here it is, an incessant buzz of views, denials, accusations, evasiveness, double speak, backtracking, maybe I will — maybe I won’t, media misquotes, media explanations, polls, poll results, and poll explanations…   and a big spike in the sale of theatrical makeup.

Yes, America, it is PRE-ELECTION time again in the USA.

Your words for the day:

  • clone = an identical copy of something
  • debate = a formal discussion-and-rebuttal exhibition of opposing views
  • political debate = a media sponsored simultaneous interview of candidates vying for political office
  • chorus line = a group of synchronized dancer-singers

Cloned candidates are the American way.  All are essentially the same, defined exclusively by the party-line they espouse, the manner in which they waddle penguin-like across the electorates’ viewscape and stand obediently as the media snipe at the ones the media doesn’t like.  Any hopeful lined up in the chorus line who does not adhere to the choreographed pattern is ridiculed and dissed unmercifully by the media.  The pliant public eats it all up (after all, the general public’s sense of what is proper is garnered from day time television shows such as phony court cases, those eternal soap operas, and so-called reality shows).  Media knows just how to give ’em what they want and get the public to fulfill media wishes.  Media will decide the winners and the losers.  It’s the American way.

Clay pigeon seems also to be a viable analogy.  They all look alike, talk alike, dress alike, parrot the same kind of lines with different adjectives interspersed, and — like all those beauty contest hopefuls — each and every one of them wants world peace.  (Locally, pre-election aspirations are to fix all those potholes that irritate the voters driving on the highways and byways.

And that is just the Republican field.

Filling out the roster for the other party, there is Hillary coming into the room; there’s that trademark smile with lots of teeth, slow deliberate movements, cordial outreach of the hand exuding warmth of personality, dressed in no-nonsense suits exuding matronly assurance.  She is no Iron Lady Thatcher (Great Britain PM), nor Indira Nehru (India PM) nor Golda Meir (Israel PM).  She’s just Bill (I-did-not-have-sex-with-that-woman) Clinton’s wife.  Lots of luck with that, Hilly.

Hilly, of course, was the media’s choice for 2016’s American Idol of the United States of America two years ago as they  soft-shoed the noise about alleged unethical and illegal actions during her resume-fluffing tour as Secretary of State of the same USA.  Now, in the media, she is as squeaky clean as a new-pope aspirant waiting for the white smoke of coronation.  The media has crowned her queen-elect much like they crowned king Obama 8 years before he even announced a run at the office.

But, there is a heretic in the midst of this traditional media-friendly clone shoot, one who does not wear the facade of the predictable clone.  Nor does he shrink from the puppet masters who may, over the long haul, succeed in taking him down so that the most groveling same-old same-old is left to contest the media’s pick for Queen of a Lifetime.  Yes, America, the Anti Clone has risen, and he flies the flag of the Republican Party, much to the disappointment of the GOP puppet masters.

At  first, he was dismissed as just one of a dozen or so aspirants; then he was dissed as a non-traditional politico; when he fired back disrespectfully at the media darlings who had shaped the so-called debates so they could harpoon targeted candidates, his favor among the voters rose; as the clones around him reshaped their positions to coincide with those of the New Anti Clone, the gap between them became greater.  In the midst of his rising popularity, he dared address the issues of danger to the United States, and, he specified restrictions on specific peoples of specific countries.  The media decried his insensitivity to the plight of the unfortunate murderers and terrorists seeking new targets in the United States.   Yet, the Anti Clone’s popularity rose   higher.

Everyone is dumfounded by this Anti Clone’s standing, even the leader of one of the world’s major religious sects, The Roman Catholics.  Recently, said leader ranted that “anyone saying such things is not a Christian,” or something to that effect, registering his unease at something the Anti Clone said.  It seems that this esteemed leader, with a staff of thousands to prompt him on international matters such as what day it is, none-the-less has confused the American election process with the Roman rite of settling on a new pope, wherein the religious standing of the aspirants is critical.  Americans, however (at least in theory), are not selecting a religious leader, rather an individual to defend the United States of America against all enemies domestic and foreign,  Religious preference, regardless of what native religious sects expound, is not part of the process.

Primary elections are now in full swing.  All of the look-alike clones (Republicans) have fallen short so far of the Anti Clone’s appeal.  And the media’s choice of President-elect is in control of the Democratic race.

It’s ELECTION TIME USA,  You gotta love it.

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Sparky: A Legend In Her Own Mind

Posted on July 14, 2012. Filed under: KBR, Piss Ants | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , |

10th in the series The Great Cluster Fu…  A treatise on questionable journalism and pre-litigation practices.

Your words for the day:

  • cryptid = rumored — but unproven — to be real
  • kangaroo court = a pretend trial delivering a pre-determined judgement
  • megalomania = unbridled greed for power / a psychiatric disorder
  • shit = I’ll not be so condescending as to define it, but, I can observe that it emanates from Sparky’s mouth

Right off, let’s jump on those last two words.  Says Sparky’s website:  “I strive to live my life in such a way that when my feet hit the floor in the morning corrupt defense contractors shudder and say, “OH SHIT  …SHE’S AWAKE”  Ms.Sparky(TM)

My humble observations: 

  1. I guess the search for that cryptid (an unbiased reporter-blogger) continues.
  2. She has extremely large feet.  If her feet are not the reputed size of the Hulk’s dogs (size 87, per Wikipedia) how could  anyone down the street from her padded cell bedroom hear her escape dismount her nightly restraining device bed?  (It would be one of those shoes my Muse hit me with in the previous post.)
  3. If she really thinks that multi-billion dollar contractors actually tremble just because she is looking for an unused can of spray paint to vandalize their reputations, this babe has serious power-complex issues (megalomania) complicated by delusions of grandeur (check out that trademark on her blogger title).
  4. You read it:  “shit” came straight out of her mouth.
  5. What’s with this fetish for “corrupt” defense contractors?  Are corrupt lawyers, bankers, politicians, et alia, really cool with her?  Or, is her hatred of certain defense contractors politically motivated?  Maybe she is still sulking over the loss of her favorite cadavers…   candidates!…   her favorite candidates from elections that go back nearly a decade.  That would be my guess…  humble though it be.

Let’s get to the way Ms. Sparky(TM) has chosen to display the opening page of her collaboration with Doyle Raiznor, et al.  It is reminiscent, to me, of televised publicity stunts by terrorists or revolutionaries in banana republics (yes, that is meant to be derogatory) — saber-rattling in lieu of floor stomping so those in power will tremble and say, “OH SHIT …SHE’S AWAKE!”…   or something equally as dreadfully foreboding.  Those disenfranchised outs, who desperately want to be franchised ins so they can deal properly with anyone who disagrees with them, typically like to have a back drop displaying their slogans and righteous objectives while reading off a list of “crimes” against workers of the world by government leaders and all those other people who are just plain smarter than they.  “Boy, when we get the power, you will all get a “fair” trial just before we execute you.”   …the kangaroo court thing.

Sparky, who is apparently an amateur geneticist, sort of married all those techniques.  She has that scroll-like banner dropped vertically along one side of the screen and a picture of someone (who happens to be an awful lot smarter than she has ever dreamed of being) displayed as an effigy of evil.  Surprisingly, Sparky has not been so vain as to wear a turban or such, or dress in rough, rebel regalia, or have a shot of herself standing in front of the banner-poster-picture holding a long list of grievances — while robed in rough, rebel regalia.  Nor does she actually behead/or execute someone on camera.  Does this mean that she can talk the talk, but can’t walk the walk?  (I hate sports clichés, but, that little puppy just begged to get out for a walk.)  For non-sports enthusiasts,  is she just a blowhard?

On the banner, she alludes to wrong doings (no specifics), states her horror at what the money-hungry litigator has been feeding her about Qarmat Ali and it’s evil-doers, then reveals her streak of sadism mixed with a tinge of homicidal tendencies:  she thinks “someone or several someones* should be sent to prison” for high crimes (which carry the death penalty)** BASED SOLELY ON HER CACHE OF DARKLY TWISTED PREJUDICES.

And, Sparky either can’t read or just doesn’t bother to read what she is posting on her malcontent’s wall.  If an item has a negative feel toward her private hatreds, it goes up.  Even tweak it if the mood strikes.  Old Super Dan (the dandy litigator) changed Mary Wade’s title to better fit his little fantasy tale;  Bigfoot Sparky jumped in and changed Super Dan’s change.  I can thank both of you charlatans for illustrating graphically just exactly what you are up to.

Next up:  Sparky misfires

 * This example of bad grammar is all hers.

**Well, if that is how we are playing, Sparky, I’ve got a few candidates myself for the dungeon and guillotine.  Crimes?  Not really.  Just journalistic pandering and unethical litigator practices.  You know, stuff that irritates the crap out of ME.  Are you and Doyle busy next weekend?  Meet me at the front door to the Bastille.  It’s in France.  Down from the Rue morgue.  Just your kind of place.

 

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