As you can tell by my declaration today, I don't think much of the world's current rulers and certainly don't care to watch their special olympics race to ‘the presidency’ whatever that is.
It's literally bores me more than sports.
But for sake of those infrequent moments of minor entertainment they offer I’m rootin for camela.
There's no way camela beats trump that isn't either the effect or the cause of a great show.
And even if not (cause trump keels over in a couple of days), camela is definitely the funniest mascot for feminism anyone could possibly hope to have play president.
Hitlary would not have been fun, I could imagine the country being tense every single day for four years under her grim rule. And not caring if they lived or died after eight.
But camel? It'll be a delicious infusion of multicultural pinata popping this ditz every single day. (Don't worry, you can't hurt a president's feelings. Duh.)
I mean in theory president camel would be a funny puppet. Less so in practice.
Hiding the president’s wheel chair for 16 years was the easiest service the Fourth Estate has ever done for the First.
The New Media sucked 99% of the fun and funny out Clinton, Bush, Trump, and Biden the very moment The Hierarchy’s Gods (manufacturered out of their own worthless egos) granted these “specially chosen men” their plastic mandate of heaven.
If you know ANYTHING about these men you’ll know you're missing out on 99.9999% of the funny (and fun).
They also turned Obama from the wildly cool international man of mystery that he is into, “our black president who is black”.
All that's why, even though it’ll be 3 days of fun should camala beat trump, I’d still rather not even know who the president is.
Those of you wretchedly addicted to tracking this ever-smellier swinging red herring are spending your blood, tears, sweat, cortisol and happiness to pay for clowns who tell all their jokes from behind a curtain while sitting on the can.1
The only people in the world who aren’t hypnotized by hierarchy are the descendants of the bawdy barrack bums who inhabit Catalunya. Visit the Great Cathedral Square in Barcelona a week before Christmas and see if you can photograph the whole cathedral in one unobstructed view. You can't. The entire area is filled with millions of nativity set “novelty items”, called Caganer or Shitters. No matter your country of origen, you can find fine porcelain figurines of your favorite politicians taking a big dirty dump, for your kids to display in the family hearth nativity scene.