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Parade of the Strange
2003-08-13 - 2:42 a.m.


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I've been watching the recall effort in California for awhile now with varying degrees of interest.

My first take on it was something akin to "my, how embarassing,", but when you consider the grand spectacle of it all, it makes perfect sense.  Especially for california.

Grey Davis is taking the fall for the screwing cali got at the hands of H. Ross Perot and the Enron boys during the rolling blackouts and the new era of utility deregulation. Its understandable.  You put the right people in the high positions so this sort of thing doesnt happen, and they never get a second chance, nor should they.  Besides, Grey blew his karmaic wad by messing about with the opposing party's gubernatorial primaries, which is a big, well understood no-no.  In short, he's getting what he's got coming to him, the ravens are in the roost, and are croaking quite loudly.

What he's got coming his way is a side show, and I love it. 

Dwarves, muscle men, porn stars, punk stars, failed comedians, idiots and freaks of all kinds came climbing out of the woodwork for this one, all seeking their fifteen seconds of fame.

Indeed, if these people were half serious about managing California's whopping budget deficit, they'd form a carnival of the weird.  I'd pay admission to see that menagerie.  I'm sure people would all across the nation.

Yes, I want to see a parade of the daft, all marched down through the heart of sacremento, herded along like witless sheep by men with high voltage cattle prods and slick purple rubber suits, just in case it rains, or there is some kind of revolt.  Cant have that happening, nobody runs amok.

March them through the town squares of the heartland, all across this vast rolling land we like to call our own, charging onlookers a five dollars a head to watch the spectecal.  They will pay.

And in such manner, will the deficit of that great state be erased in one fell swoop.

This is how I would plot my rise to supremacy, to the governor's chair, and preside over a domain of the strange and a parade of lost souls.  Let me march at the head.  Yep.  Only place for me.

I come here not to bury Schwartzenegger, but to praise him.


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