I toyed with the idea of what to call Congress with Dems taking over the HOR. I figured it had to have a circus theme. Something like the Crazy Socialist Circus.
Crazy Sideshow Congress. It is coming to town.
You have the guy in the rear corner in a tent trying to blow flames from his nostrils. There is the bizarre boardwalk of the absurd where you don’t know what could happen, or what may reach out to grab and pull you in. Evil is lurking all around like a cocoon.
A man on the back of an old wagon pledges at the top of his lungs that he has the cure to all the ills of our time in his tonic, which is just another snake oil. Buy it or die.
Rides with ponies parade around the room, strutting as if they were Quarter Horses in pre-race warmups. The acrobats come out for their big show nodding to one another as they go off on choreographed stunts that appear perfectly timed.
The house crowd cheers every move. And at every call from the tonic man, they raise their hands for more. Seen enough of the sideshow yet? There’s more, there are freaks galore.
Well, they are just warming up. Everyone seems to agree with everyone else that graces the stage, no matter how bad their acts. There is no hook because they won’t allow it. You are not the audience; you are only the objects of their introspection. You don’t matter.
The gypsies dance, too, as the crowd roars out for more. Careful in your seats that you are not vacuumed in by the ecstasy rolling out in front of you. It’s too crazy to be a dream.
The horror show begins midway and the effects are crafted in charts like a magician’s illusions. They waft up the smoke from behind the stage to breathe fear into your soul that the guy outside the door is nuttier than a fruitcake, who wants to sell you off for pennies on the dollar. But what you have to fear surviving is right in front of your eyes.
The show can go on and on in a loop, repeating the same acts by different characters. All playing their roles in circus town USA. “Come one come all…. you have no choice.” They demand all eyes upon them while they try to suck every dime from your pockets.
You must never be the same or look at things the same, again. Changed and tainted forever, and brainwashed into submission. What all happened? I think you’ll know.
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