Thoughts on the 2008 Presidential Race...

As the 2008 race to the White House (symbolically, a giant white structure built entirely by underfed, overworked black slaves) surges toward November, I feel more apathetic and disinterested than I've ever felt toward an upcoming Presidential Election. On the surface, this year's race promises to be among the most exciting in American history. This is primarily due to the fact that, if a democrat is elected president, the United States of America is guaranteed either to have the first non-white president or the first female president in its history. So why does this leave me somewhere between ennui and dread rather than somewhere between hope and elation?

It's really quite simple. If, in fact, the Republican party is sent packing from the "house that slaves built" to be replaced by a black man or a woman for the first time in American history, many Americans will view such a change as a significant step in a radically new direction. They will be utterly deluded by the luster of this purely cosmetic revolution, smile with satisfaction and turn their collective attention back away from the political sphere again until 2012. This inevitable ignorant expectation that a change in sexual genitalia or skin pigmentation will translate to a dramatic change in ideology or domestic and/or global policy has me downright dumbfounded. In fact, part of me would almost rather Darth Dub'ya just went ahead and declared himself Lord of the American Empire. Perhaps such a perspicuous conveyance of BushCo's true intentions would wake people up a little. Perhaps even more people would pick up a book and learn that our real political authority isn't even our Federal government (which is quickly disappearing thanks to outsourcing and privatization) but our Orwellian, Friedmanism funding puppeteers at Halliburton, Bechtel, the Carlyle Group, the IMF and the World Bank. Yeah, those guys. The ones with all the money. Aw, well. What is one to do? I guess, with all that said...

...I'll just have to cast my November vote for the man with the dark skin pigmentation now that the person with female sexual genitalia has bowed out. Unless, of course, the person with light skin pigmentation and male sexual genitalia who wrote the book and made the documentary about global warming decides to jump in and make it interesting.