American Cockfights for the Cockeyed!

[caption id="attachment_19967" align="alignnone" width="200"] Dazzle Em with Footwork -- Crow at Em with Chickenshit[/caption]

So, the guy at the end of the bar barks into his bourbon, "Who gives a shit about two Liars Cockfighting". The patrons watching the debate on the MSM widescreen, check the polls on their cocks with their handhelds, tweet wildly, toast to "Freedom in the Motherland" and suck another one down. Intoxicated and comfortably numb, debilitated, they debate the Liars' Cockfight until closing time. The water cooler chatter awaits them tomorrow. If they have a job. If there is a Tomorrow...

Cue the Piano Man



"It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"

Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum"

http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/billy_joel/piano_man.html

Though confounding, out of the Two Losers Cockfighting, a Winner will emerge. The Winner Puppet of the FREEK world. Irony of another kind. As for the bar patrons, Nobody wins, though many have picked sides. How can any peasant win with two lying losers? That's the beauty of the two-party system. The peasants "think" they're players, voters, and that they matter -- but they're "outside" the system. They're only "in it" for the long haul. It never strikes them that they're just the meat of the matter.

You can dredge up all the MSM fodder on Drudge, like the theatre matters...
http://www.drudgereport.com/

This post is posted and toasted to generate additional banalities from the Crew. Because this American Kabuki Theatre is as banal as it is anal. And WE know we've had enough of THAT! Aye, voters? {snicker}

Yeoow! And there's going to be more of this tripe from the Cockfighters? Made in America.

[caption id="attachment_19968" align="alignnone" width="500"] No need to play chicken, when your goose is cooked[/caption]

Back in the bar, patrons were shuffling playing cards of the candidates, and came up with the following photo montage, revealing the "Winning Hand" for the job:












...and this little geoduck (gooey duck) went wee, wee, wee, wee all the way home...