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If There Were a Party


If there were a political party in America 
that is paranoid about other races, 
which one would it be?

If there were a party in America 
paranoid about people born in other countries, 
which one would it be?

If there were a party in America 
that believes big business is almost always right 
and that government of the people is almost always wrong, 
which would it be?

If there were a party in America 
that believes men are superior to women, 
which one would it be?

If there were a party in America
that does not believe everyone should have health care,
which would would it be?

If there were a party in America
that does not believe the universe is billions of years old
and that all life is the product of evolution,
which one would it be?

If there were a party in America
that has not noticed that the earth is warming
as a consequence of human activity,
which one would it be?


Now, there may not be such a party
and, even if there were, 
no one might belong to it,
but clearly there are people
who believe those things,
and they deserve a political home.

And surely there must be people right now,
thinking about the election coming up in a month,
who are looking for a place to call political home,
if only to give them general guidance about which way to go
when they get to the ballot box.

I suppose one could just punt, 
say we admire Obi-Wan Kenobe,
and eat gluten-free.  
But then I suppose 
all of our worst what-ifs
would come true.

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