POLITICS AS USUAL

Neanderthals roam the halls of the Towers of Power, in white shirts and ties, rubbing their eyes and telling lies about carrying their balls in bushel baskets. Money bleeds through these corridors like blood through an open wound. Pompous impostors pose proudly, their prodigious personages. Hand shaking, picture taking, promise-breaking fakes stake their claims in the politics game. Ethically destitute three-piece suits walk with morally underfed recruits, paying their dues and IOU's while crying those same ol' gimmie-some greenback blues. Insatiable, saturated legislators linger long, happily harping the same old song. Big, bold butts bringing big bucks wheel the real deals and party heartily. Boot-licking and butt-kicking go hand in hand behind large, locked lacquered doors. Long-winded ludicrous legislators lap up liberal libations at lunch with lobbyists. Shrunken heads with big mouths and deep pockets parlay party power-plays with short-sighted, back-biting, in-fighting, tight white troglodytes. A fistful of dreams and a wallet full of authority goes a long way in America. Goes even farther in Washington.
Downstairs, shaved simian computer pilots, parked on their paralyzed posteriors, push ponderous piles of paper. Drones on phones hone their excuses and abuses all the live-long day. Prohibited from pondering or wandering, they are the wastepaper wonders of the western world. These silly, slavering civil servant sycophants bare their buttered behinds and bow obediently to their bosses. These are the support troops for the beltway bandits.
The Squares really get around in the Oval Office. The Suits with their knives and pies, belch the biggest alibis. They eat the pie and then the pan; and then they eat the baker man. These suits pretend representation for ample compensation.


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