Happy Mortal

I’m tired of all the politicking. The giant pictures of politician’s “pore-less” photoshopped faces + The continuous double-talking + Twice talking continuously + The approved advertisements (I’ve seen very few ads of any kind that have the right to call themselves approved). Let’s just split the difference and look at the two halves of a non-existent whole.

“A government of the people.” Who said that? Ahh well, never mind. If you were to give me a penny for my thoughts I’d say whose people? My people?

If a black man traveling at the speed of light passes through Harvard, picks up a wife, two kids and makes a quick stop in Scranton (Pennsylvania) to pick up an old insider, and an old white guy travels slow and steady through the navy, picks up two wives, bunches of kids, a cold beauty queen and makes stops at several of his houses, then who arrives at the “of my people” first?

Argh, political math. Two times the talk for an audience that’s half as interested as they should be. So what’s the answer?

One penny + (talking(2) x ads + pretty faces – reality + lots of money + some guns – the race/gender card) ÷ me = Let’s see. One, carry the two, divided by… nope… add the two. Did I remember to subtract? Hmmmm. Got it! Now to double-check my work.

Darn-it. I don’t have the solution. I never was good at math. Maybe that’s why I didn’t make it into Harvard. Right Lawrence Summers? Or maybe it was just because I didn’t have enough money.