The Capitol Hills: Obama’s Drama Club

Like many of you I found myself caught up in the soap opera we called an election last November.  An onslaught of he said, she said bullshit that ultimately polarized both puppet characters to the point where we voted against the past based on a false hope for the future.  Of course it’s easy to say all of this in hind sight, I mean you can’t look at Washington at this point and not see the charade for what it is.  But in November of 2008 we were all dangling by the strings of what the media fed us.

Neither Obama or McCain had any intention of fixing the mess this world is in.  Because in reality, it’s not their job, it’s ours.  But we have been convinced by the 24/7 news media juggernaut that we dutifully rely upon that everything is out of our control.  We need these smiling faces behind a podium to run our collective lives.

How do they do this?  Great script writing.  Drama.  We shouldn’t give a shit one way or the other who becomes the spokesman for the banks and military industrial complex, but we do.  Similar to the way we shouldn’t care whether Heidi and Spencer get married, or whether a failed recording artist worked their way through a scattering of talentless singers.  But thanks to some clever editing television production companies have hacked into our collective consciousness and found the perfect formula to lull us into a stupor.  We are presented characters, not human beings.  Caricatures that only serve to divide and conquer the masses.  One man is the progressive movement in a nutshell; liberal, multicultural, intellectual, and wealthy.  The other; old, white, conservative, bumbling.  The outcome was molded and decided upon long before we ever went to the polls, but that is really besides the point.

Ultimately our country was divided by a media machine more concerned with ratings than the well being of the populace, do so by pitting red vs. blue against eachother.  Yet when all is said and done…the actors collect a paycheck just like you and I, then hit the pub together. Washing away the guilt of lying for gold.