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He Was One

I try to avoid talking about politics and religion.  I hate to get hurt.

I avoid religion by sidestepping deftly:  changing the subject.
I ask, instead, how they feel about buggering little altar boys, or
by suggesting we talk about what came before God; things such as
the Big Bang creation of something from nothing, or maybe just
commenting what a shame it is gay people cannot get married. 

Politics is more difficult.  Everybody hates politics and politicians.
Everybody wants to throw the lying scoundrels out of office.
That's why they love Sarah Palin and making money and talking
dumb.  She knew that all politicians were simpletons, so she quit.
She was smart.  She gets a lot of money from the people who say
politicians are so stupid they should just quit.  Or, if they won't
quit, they should all be thrown out of office in the next election.

What a lovely idea!
Throw all the incumbents out!
Every one of them! 

That should do it.  Put a whole new crop of amateurs into office. 

The incumbents will have left a big staff behind.  The new guys
can hire them.  They know what is going on.  They can gently
lead the new guys by the nose, suggest what they should do,
until the new guys become old guys, and then we can throw them out.

Government will go on just fine.  The lobbiests will still be there,
too.  They can help the new guys by explaining how the real
world works; help them write legislation.  Give them money. 

That ought to improve government, don't you think? 
Put some babes-in-the-woods into office, and let the career
staff members and lobbiests help them make America great!


Of course incompetents ought to be turned out of office! 
But there are some extremely fine people in office, and until
somebody better wants the job, we should keep them there.

I tried out this argument with a guy one day who said we should
throw everybody out of office; maybe have a one- or two-term
limit.  "Well, yes," he admitted, "that would give the real power
to the career staff members and the lobbiests". 

He agreed with me!

He went on:  "That's why we should throw them all out of office!" 

I asked him what he knew about black holes;
whether he was in favor of them, or not.  He was.  One. 

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