Liberation is at Hand!
M-Taliesin
November 07, 2006
Today is election day. Thank the stars above that liberation is finally at hand. Finally, we Americans will be free. Regardless of whether Republicans remain in control of Congress and the Senate, or the Democrats emerge victorious, is a totally different question from that of liberation.
The elections come around periodically, like the Olympic Games, only way more dull! Not your ordinary, everyday sort of dull; but intensely, astonishingly, and monolithically dull! The sort of dull that causes many to consider a session with Dr. Kavorkian! The sort of dull that makes watching the golf channel seem intensely stimulating by contrast! What I am talking about here is a level of dullness that ranks on a par with watching glaciers melt!
Then there is the terrible banality! One soon becomes convinced, watching the negative attacks that candidates hurl at one another, that these are people you'd never allow in your home, much less want to send to be our representatives in Washington! Many of the candidates have elevated banality to the level of art, only without all that pesky interest that one might find when viewing a Picasso. Evidently, these people hire the brightest minds in America and subject them to water-boarding before allowing them to produce those ads.
After today, we will no longer be subjected to all those political ads that flood through our radios and televisions like a tsunami of seduction by various candidates. We will be liberated from all that nauseating fare that impinges the sane human being like an enema for the mind, or suppository for the soul! They will be gone, having moved on like migratory bison, having grazed on our brains since the campaign season started in earnest!
Along with the commercials, all the yard signs that suddenly blossom on every possible piece of ground from sea to shining sea will be gone too! You know the ones I mean. They don't simply appear, but seem to erupt like an outbreak of zits on a teenager's face! Like a fungus from hell, made of cardboard and steel, they suddenly spread across the landscape like a winter blizzard. Suddenly they are everywhere, much like the seed pods in "Invasion of the Body Snatchers". Somehow you suspect that the people who put them there are likely growing seed pods in their basements to breed armies of mindless clones to put those signs out all over town. Think about it a moment. Have you ever actually seen any of those people who install those signs?
My wife and I drove to the market tonight, and the sheer number of those signs was mind-numbing in the extreme. Hundreds of them to the average mile. And what is the idea with those signs anyhow? Do the candidates really believe that a 2 foot by 2 and a half sign is going to sway anybody's opinion? Do they really think that I will enter the voting booth and try to recall which candidate had the most signs? Or the nicest? Does Buck Tucker really expect me to vote for him by virtue of the sheer number of those things he caused to litter my neighborhood like a bucolic plague of cardboard?
What's the psychology involved? Do they think I will look down on my ballot and think "Gee, the only name I recognize among these candidates is Buck Tucker. Come to think on it, he had some really great yard signs! Yeah, that gets my vote!" Evidently, Bucky must think the average American is some sort of moron! Unfortuante as it might be, ol' Buck might be right!
Notice, if you will, that those signs remain long after the election is over and done. Like the scars left behind by an infection of pox, they scream their silent message that Buck Tucker wants your vote, long after Tucker himself has packed his bags and moved to Washington. I really suspect some of those signs will still be around when mankind itself has become extinct!
As a Pagan, someone who holds the earth in great reverence as a sacred sort of thing, I am really bothered by all that debris that political campaigns produce. Pagans love nature, and believe it to be beautiful as it is, without any need for the adornment of those bleeding signs.
Some of us hope to find refuge in watching news programs on television, but CNN has talked about nothing else all night except "who is going to win the elections tomorrow?" Hey, here is a novel idea... how about we wait and see? That would tend to resolve that question rather nicely. Nevertheless, they drone on and on, with a parade of experts and political pundits who pontificate and prognosticate what they believe will happen when voters go to the polls. Do they not understand that only God, and the executives at Diebold, know the answers to such imponderable questions?
My wife and I find refuge in our DVD collection. When we can no longer endure another political ad, we can simply spend a quiet evening watching one of our favorite movies. Something much more intelligent than all the political ads on television. something like Mars Attacks, perhaps. No commercials, no ads, no politicians. Ah, blessed peace! Or how about a good book? That's another place where the hackers of sanity can't reach you!
So, when it comes time to vote, I will cast my vote as a citizen of my state and nation. I will give my vote to the best qualified candidate for the job at hand. It will not be made on the basis of their plethora of signs, ads or billboards. My decision will not be based on who was better able to hurl slander at their opponent. Nor will I decide on the basis of who has the biggest seed pods in their cellar! I will leave the polling place confident in the knowledge that I have not only performed my duty as a citizen, but contributed to a new day. A day of liberation. A day when I can again watch broadcast television without suddenly being plunged into a fantasy wherein my hands close around Buck Tucker's throat, and I squeeze the life out of him!
Consider it a vision of mercy killing, wherein the mercy would be for all those who can no longer stomach Buck Tucker and his inane ads!
Liberation is at hand folks, just hold on.
The body snatchers will soon leave for Washington, to feast on our treasure, live like royalty and spend like drunken gamblers.
But as for you and me, at least we can relax awhile unitl it all starts up again in two more years!
The elections come around periodically, like the Olympic Games, only way more dull! Not your ordinary, everyday sort of dull; but intensely, astonishingly, and monolithically dull! The sort of dull that causes many to consider a session with Dr. Kavorkian! The sort of dull that makes watching the golf channel seem intensely stimulating by contrast! What I am talking about here is a level of dullness that ranks on a par with watching glaciers melt!
Then there is the terrible banality! One soon becomes convinced, watching the negative attacks that candidates hurl at one another, that these are people you'd never allow in your home, much less want to send to be our representatives in Washington! Many of the candidates have elevated banality to the level of art, only without all that pesky interest that one might find when viewing a Picasso. Evidently, these people hire the brightest minds in America and subject them to water-boarding before allowing them to produce those ads.
After today, we will no longer be subjected to all those political ads that flood through our radios and televisions like a tsunami of seduction by various candidates. We will be liberated from all that nauseating fare that impinges the sane human being like an enema for the mind, or suppository for the soul! They will be gone, having moved on like migratory bison, having grazed on our brains since the campaign season started in earnest!
Along with the commercials, all the yard signs that suddenly blossom on every possible piece of ground from sea to shining sea will be gone too! You know the ones I mean. They don't simply appear, but seem to erupt like an outbreak of zits on a teenager's face! Like a fungus from hell, made of cardboard and steel, they suddenly spread across the landscape like a winter blizzard. Suddenly they are everywhere, much like the seed pods in "Invasion of the Body Snatchers". Somehow you suspect that the people who put them there are likely growing seed pods in their basements to breed armies of mindless clones to put those signs out all over town. Think about it a moment. Have you ever actually seen any of those people who install those signs?
My wife and I drove to the market tonight, and the sheer number of those signs was mind-numbing in the extreme. Hundreds of them to the average mile. And what is the idea with those signs anyhow? Do the candidates really believe that a 2 foot by 2 and a half sign is going to sway anybody's opinion? Do they really think that I will enter the voting booth and try to recall which candidate had the most signs? Or the nicest? Does Buck Tucker really expect me to vote for him by virtue of the sheer number of those things he caused to litter my neighborhood like a bucolic plague of cardboard?
What's the psychology involved? Do they think I will look down on my ballot and think "Gee, the only name I recognize among these candidates is Buck Tucker. Come to think on it, he had some really great yard signs! Yeah, that gets my vote!" Evidently, Bucky must think the average American is some sort of moron! Unfortuante as it might be, ol' Buck might be right!
Notice, if you will, that those signs remain long after the election is over and done. Like the scars left behind by an infection of pox, they scream their silent message that Buck Tucker wants your vote, long after Tucker himself has packed his bags and moved to Washington. I really suspect some of those signs will still be around when mankind itself has become extinct!
As a Pagan, someone who holds the earth in great reverence as a sacred sort of thing, I am really bothered by all that debris that political campaigns produce. Pagans love nature, and believe it to be beautiful as it is, without any need for the adornment of those bleeding signs.
Some of us hope to find refuge in watching news programs on television, but CNN has talked about nothing else all night except "who is going to win the elections tomorrow?" Hey, here is a novel idea... how about we wait and see? That would tend to resolve that question rather nicely. Nevertheless, they drone on and on, with a parade of experts and political pundits who pontificate and prognosticate what they believe will happen when voters go to the polls. Do they not understand that only God, and the executives at Diebold, know the answers to such imponderable questions?
My wife and I find refuge in our DVD collection. When we can no longer endure another political ad, we can simply spend a quiet evening watching one of our favorite movies. Something much more intelligent than all the political ads on television. something like Mars Attacks, perhaps. No commercials, no ads, no politicians. Ah, blessed peace! Or how about a good book? That's another place where the hackers of sanity can't reach you!
So, when it comes time to vote, I will cast my vote as a citizen of my state and nation. I will give my vote to the best qualified candidate for the job at hand. It will not be made on the basis of their plethora of signs, ads or billboards. My decision will not be based on who was better able to hurl slander at their opponent. Nor will I decide on the basis of who has the biggest seed pods in their cellar! I will leave the polling place confident in the knowledge that I have not only performed my duty as a citizen, but contributed to a new day. A day of liberation. A day when I can again watch broadcast television without suddenly being plunged into a fantasy wherein my hands close around Buck Tucker's throat, and I squeeze the life out of him!
Consider it a vision of mercy killing, wherein the mercy would be for all those who can no longer stomach Buck Tucker and his inane ads!
Liberation is at hand folks, just hold on.
The body snatchers will soon leave for Washington, to feast on our treasure, live like royalty and spend like drunken gamblers.
But as for you and me, at least we can relax awhile unitl it all starts up again in two more years!
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