This tongue-in-cheek critique examines some popular political personalities and explores the question: What if we all spoke American?
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Let’s all speak American!
So proclaimed a lame firm-breasted dame who finished third in a beauty competition some time ago though later opted to run as a politician, but would have probably better served her constituency as a beautician since her psyche appears to have suffered a nasty fate due to prolonged exposure to frigid winters in her desolate arctic state. Perhaps her exhortation, which is certainly indicative of the state of mind of far too many mindless spines who reside in multiple psychotic states, was to buttress a talking rump whose poll numbers are running unexpectedly high while on the stump to convince the American populace—even without an adequate explanation—that, although he’s not a politician, he can certainly make a nation that has apparently fallen in disrepair great again; sans the slightest bit of chagrin. With his mouth in his rump and his rump in his mouth, he took a much publicized sojourn down south to the boarder to bask in the accolades of those who espouse his xenophobic tirades and views and—in blind solidarity—would certainly vociferously reject any consummation or coupling of the letters L, B, G, T or Q at any of our nation’s pews.
Perhaps Reality TV would be the perfect language to encapsulate this nation’s hypocrisy and hate.
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Did you hear the news? The talking rump, who’s now substantially more rotund and plump, plans to erect a wall so high and so tall that it can’t even be bested by the beanstalk that carried Jack or better yet, maybe it was Javier, José, Julio and Jesus. The latter surely wouldn’t be amused by those who claim to have read His book and be adherents but engage—when off the public stage—in comportment so abhorrent that Ashley Madison would undoubtedly blush. Surely He would be a champion of the marginalized, the disempowered and the meek and eschew the caustic rhetoric, cupidity, conspicuous consumption, and opulent shark-laden streets like Wall and Rodeo Drive that surreptitiously hide the wealthy whose behavior seems so pretentious, nonchalant and snide.
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Let’s all speak American!
Better yet, let’s all speak Reality TV! Now that’s a language that many would love to learn since all the ones who are the most proficient at this spectacular vernacular seem to have money to burn; like Kanye, Kim, Russell and Caitlyn, who used to be Bruce—if I’m not mistaken—until he came out and decided to let loose. Maybe he got tired of weenies and Wheaties and being confined to a box; which most certainly can be a drag. Perhaps Reality TV would be the perfect language to encapsulate this nation’s hypocrisy and hate—which oozes out of bodily orifices like fecal flavored toothpaste—and its obsession with superficiality, banality and vanity while issues of substance—like structural inequality, poverty and police brutality—remain neatly tucked away in the deepest recesses of our collective psyches to fade into obscurity.
But fret not because the American dream still remains alive—at least that is what those on the right tend to confide—and that we all have access to the house on the hill with the picket fence which still remains white after all these years.
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Let’s all speak American!
On second thought, maybe we should all learn Native American; something we were never taught in school—and I seriously doubt we ever will—like Navajo, Sioux, Lakota, Cherokee, Cheyenne and Choctaw, so maybe then we would remember what we saw—at the Trail of Tears, Sand Creek and all the Wounded Knees, arms, legs, scalps, teeth, and ears—and other dismembered corporeal parts—kept for souvenirs that remind us of the broken promises and genocide that still reside and hide amongst the plethora of hillsides of this ill-gotten land. They were summarily massacred without reservations and their progeny are still reserved for future generations on land void of life, wild game and bison while rivers flow yellow with corrosive contaminants courtesy of a federal agency that protects the wealthy at the expense of the environment. Yet, we pretend to be a democracy. Surely a selective memory serves not the masses but only a select few who exceedingly exploit the former for more than their due of the pie that decreases exponentially on a quotidian basis and further preserves the lion’s portion for a measly one percent—well versed in extortion—while the peasants and proletariat patiently wait—sans emotion—like vultures for any residual scraps.
I wonder if American follows the same syntax as English; like subject + verb + object? Perhaps American isn’t as stringent and is decidedly more lax as I’m sure it would be an unbearable plight for the lame firm-breasted dame and her dishonorable colleagues on the right and duplicitous democrats who skirt the law and forget to pay their tax. If indeed this were the case, probably the ones who would object the most wouldn’t necessarily be politicians or grammarians, but rather those who earn their livelihood on pennies on the dollar as migrant agrarians and who still remain the object of abject poverty. But fret not because the American dream still remains alive—at least that is what those on the right tend to confide—and that we all have access to the house on the hill with the picket fence which still remains white after all these years. One would think that it would be brown by now or, at the very least, beige—or some slightly more obscure shade—to reflect the new demographics and multicultural milieu of this nation’s inexorable shift towards a much darker hue.
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Let’s all speak American!
Surely we can by forging ahead and forgetting the past and beginning anew again because doing so will unite us all and save us from that precipitous fall from grace while allowing us to superciliously skirt the issue of race and second class citizenship for those whose smoke-colored skin causes many not to grin but to grimace and deceitfully demonize and categorize the victims as some sort of maniacal societal menace. When we’re all proficient at American elocution then we will be one step closer to the final solution to end divisiveness and the political correctness that has gone amuck, so claims the mendicant mentally of an Uncle Ben, who increasingly pushes his luck, and would no doubt say anything to appease his obtuse friends, pundits and conservative base in his egregious efforts to diminish the saliency of race and to win the nomination of a party that—by any measure—has become an utter disgrace.
For if it is good for the goose than surely it is so for the gander and thus, we should summarily redistribute the wealth so it is allowed to meander amongst the ghettoes, the unemployed, the homeless and the wretched hands of the poor who we incessantly blame and feign to ignore while walking along the streets to high-end stores, shops and chic boutiques.
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Divisive derisive duplicitous declarations define demarcations in this flawed fractious nation, whose pretentious disposition serves the wealthy who purport to be wise, and invariably exploit the working poor and the otherwise disenfranchised whose quest it is—at best—to simply survive since any aspirations to achieve the American dream seem nothing more than a nebulous nefarious scheme to entice the masses into sublime acquiescence to the quintessential spurious theme that there’s no greater country upon this earth; a vicious vacuous asseveration entirely void of the slightest substantiation. For if it is good for the goose than surely it is so for the gander and thus, we should summarily redistribute the wealth so it is allowed to meander amongst the ghettoes, the unemployed, the homeless and the wretched hands of the poor who we incessantly blame and feign to ignore while walking along the streets to high-end stores, shops and chic boutiques. Surely such folly in comportment serves as amusement for the power elite—perched upon high with an eagle’s eye to the surfeit of societal misery below—who watch in orgasmic ecstasy and immoderate pride as the masses collide for crumbs—like a famished crow—and the paltry sums parceled out for wages that—at their minimum—fail to adequately address and provide the necessary sustenance for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Let’s all speak American!
However, convinced I am not—neither am I favorably inclined—since I lack the will to willingly learn a language so asinine that is predicated upon fear and doesn’t require me to think or respect the rights or the plight of others and their intrinsic humanity and endogenous pulchritude that exogenously exudes a kaleidoscope of phenotypes that may at first deceptively appear disjointed, but that the truly anointed understand—rather than disparate—this cornucopia of colors in all its majesty—representative of a continuum instead of a hierarchy—is indeed indicative of our ubiquitous unanimity; which is the prerequisite epiphanic essentiality that will ultimately ensure our continued existence on this ever spinning azure celestial sphere and—by extension—our global community.
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“ignore while walking along the streets to high-end stores, shops and chic boutiques. Surely such folly in comportment serves as amusement for the power elite—perched upon high with an eagle’s eye to the surfeit of societal misery below—who watch in orgasmic ecstasy and immoderate pride as the masses collide for crumbs—like a famished crow—and the paltry sums parceled out for wages that—at their minimum—fail to adequately address and provide the necessary sustenance for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness ” When I read this I immediately thought of Oprah Winfrey when she lived on the Magnificent Mile at Water… Read more »
You lost me after the first few paragraphs … I didn’t know this was a “political” article.