The Elephant in the Room. . .


 


The Elephant in the Room
We've all heard about the elephant in the room that seem to suck up all of the oxygen and steal every decibel of sound with the incoherent and rambling dialog of nonsense he has to offer. 

He is that elephant in the room. Worse yet, he now announces that there are two of them! Good grief! They are the epitome of self-righteous arrogance by the sewage truck-load. 

When we appear on stage, we best have our "stupid signage" ready to hold up and "shine" like an elementary school class at the Christmas program. We are the ones who look like dorky little kids in our little red caps. We chose to let our bodies and minds do things that will humiliate and haunt us for the rest of our lives.  We stand behind the "big dumb guy" and at the back of the stage. We are the cheerleaders for the uninformed and in need of being noticed.

When they lie, we cheer and chant "Make America Great Again." When they lie again, we laugh and hold up our signs higher. When they lie again, we scream and jump around like we have no sense. That's what we're here for, America. We are the "back-up bozos of the Boss Trump and JD. Extravaganza." 

America, how low you have allowed yourself to fall! Now that there are two elephants in the room, there is absolutely no space left for common sense, honesty, or pride.

And I doubt there is even any room left for the elephant. What now, GOP? What will you do when the "clown show" turns out to be a total dud? Is there enough of you to start over? Is there time allotted to have a quick funeral, a wake, and burial and then get on with a political party that might actually make sense to someone?

Good luck - and ditch the "back-up bozos Extravaganza."


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