Early in the season the sports fanatic picks his favorite
team. This is the teams coat tails which
he hopes will allow him to ride right up to the superduperbowl and win it
all. The prestige could only be contained in a 64 ounce big gulp cup. This decision may be based upon
tradition (“Grampa was left handed shin guard for the original St. Louis
Kegchuckers back in the day, Dad was a chucker, therefore I am a chucker-we
just need to get the right coaching staff and players then watch out! We'll be going all the way!”); or it may be
based upon an individual with superior reasoning skills (“their quarterback
ought to be called a half dollar back cuz he weighs 440 pounds with 4% body fat
and admitted that he never did no steroids and probably won't never do them
again, never. Maybe.); or it could be
based upon a supernatural skill to see beyond time and space, to use emotions
refined over the centuries (“I just feel that this is the kegchuckers year, I
don't know it is just a feeling”-cue
eerie music here...)
It doesn't
really matter what the sport is, it could be professional foosball,
professional bassetball, professional golf (which may or may not be a sport at
all), Stock car racing (where they race cars that are exactly like the one you
bought at your local dealership, honest) or professional wrestling (which dates
back dozens of years to the very dawn of carnival era).
The basic
fact is that a person must earn their street credibility in picking their team
or else they will suffer the slings and arrows of office jokes and
giggles. They must wear the team jacket,
even when their girth prevents the zipper from being used, they must wear the
tank top with the professional player's name and number on it in hopes of being
confused for the athlete even though their skin is a different color, they are
two feet shorter and two feet wider than the pro. Warm-ups used to be limited to the gymnasium
are now acceptable to wear to go shopping at Wal-marc and Bullseye as fans move
from simple athletic supporter to fanatic sports freak stalker. Chubby deltoids have even been spotted peeking
out of oversized tank tops sporting team tattoos. Yikes! And they wear them so baggy that they look like one of the 7 dwarfs from Snow White.
For some
reason the sports silliness transmogrifies itself into the political arena.
People base their street cred on their supernatural ability to see the future
and to vote with the majority of the sheeple.
You'll see how great this country will be once their guy gets in, with
his team. It all seems to be based on an
individual's ability to guess what the masses will do and to do that same
thing. "I'll vote Libertarian when they start getting enough votes to win!"
The current
politico/sports season features a professional bout between the Massachusetts
mauler and the current champ the Illinois
mudslinger. Both men have been training
all their lives, for generations even, for the chance to throw their hat into
the ring. The mudslinger even quit
smoking to reduce the measured greenhouse gas emission increase rate globally. The mauler has his model sons coaching him
proving that he puts on his $2000 suit one leg at a time just like you and
me. Both are living the dreams of their
father's. Both are, and I say this in
the kindest way possible, socialists.
Voter turn
out is typically somewhere around 20%.
From this 20% we take a majority, let's say 11% and call this a
democratic process. But what about the
80% that chose to not vote-do we just
suspend their rights just because they don't want to play a rigged
game? What if by not voting, they are
actually making a statement that they don't want to be dictated to by the Muckraker party or the Iron fist party. I believe that the case could be made that
they are voting for anarchy when they refuse to vote. Therefore let anarchy run the country for the
next four years.
Now before
you get your colon in a knot, understand that anarchy is not chaos. Government apologists would have you believe
that anything that is not under government's direct control is by their
definition out of control. They do not
know how control freedom, because freedom evaporates when you try to control
it. Violence and threats can produce some order, but spontaneous order comes from
self interest and cooperation. Gandhi
said that “the ideal non-violent state will be an ordered anarchy. That state is the best governed which is
governed the least”. Anarchy means that you must take responsibility for your actions. It means you must become, horror of horrors, an adult.
So if you
choose to vote in the upcoming election, don't waste your vote by trying to
second guess who the majority of the sheeple will select, you should vote as if
yours was the only one counted, or don't vote at all which casts your vote for anarchy. Some of us see the real harm carried out by government as being more heinous than the threat of individual choice.
Oh, and
by the way, the Executive branch of the federal government is selected by the
electoral college which will probably ignore the popular vote anyway and vote
the party line. I thought you should
know.
