When I detach myself and look at the political situation, the economic situation the nuclear proliferation situation and the price of melamine in China, I am struck by a Forgasm of intense insanity.

Maybe I was dreaming? No it seems to go on and on. Ouch! , and pinching hurts. I'm awake and people are arguing over who? what? where? It all seems unreal.

So I visit the virtual writers at mudcat and in between screens, a sudden sensation of having just read an incredible piece of FICTION hits me like an artichoke heart dropped from 30,000 feet.

It was about an old Senator who has cheated death 9 times in his life with the latest threat of contracting the deadliest form of melanoma. Despite his precarious health issues he runs for president merely as insurance for the current administration being able to count on pardons. But his campaign managers screw the whole thing up so badly and the mutant Wall Street heavy duty thrill seeking chickens decide that now is the time to go home to roost.

But out of the wilds of Alaska comes the most sarcastic woman who is the very embodiment of the middle school administrators who made my life a living hell be it being expelled for making a nude out of the clay in art class or writing about evolution in science class and having to have a parents conference before she would allow me to return to class. The woman is selected to be Vice President of the USA - I'm not kidding. Back in the anti American town of Washington DC huge catapults are being built to throw money at near and around banks, but CEOs and CFOs are scooping it up before the bankers know what hit them.

then this piece of fiction goes further out on a limb by showing an election where the newly dispossessed homeless people have their votes erased along with most soldiers, blacks and jobless poor people.

The election is so close that it it handed over the the Supreme Court which seems to have some precedence, but while the arguments are being made and rednecks are on parade and the Florida count is a charade...
The old Senator DIES! from his injuries and disease.

Now the lady from Alaska has the whole ball of wax handed to her her on a plutonium plate    which quickly melts the wax. The Court is presiding over the election results and the many state suits which involve eliminating more votes that the total number of votes cast for FDR's 3rd term.

Every private contractor in the Iraq war and every shadow government Wall street investment genius rush to curry favor with the lady from Alaska. Hit men are ordered at cross purposes for dozens of influential people from judges to candidates yet fail with virtual Inspector Clouseau prowess.

Meanwhile the democratic candidate, a black Jew from Los Vegas, goes to Hawaii incognito for his own protection until a decision is rendered. Mostly it is a battle between people who would like to bring back the Constitution and those who wish to assign a president that speaks for God.

That's when the economic disaster blows in with gale force winds and removes all the bank sponsored sports for old white farts. Golf as we no it is changed forever. Then distribution of commodities like jet fuel and gasoline go haywire along with the electric grid due to the layoff of the experienced people who knew how the chewing gum and baling wire actually worked.

The court is now deciding in candlelight, The democratic candidate can't get back to DC and the lady from Alaska is now an impromptu God Mother of an evangelical Mafia, the likes of which has never been seen before with links to 6 intelligence agencies and the Pentagon.

The rest of the world decides that they have had enough and gather together to save the American child from itself.
Then things ort of go a little crazy....
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The whole book flashed before my eyes in just a few seconds but I just barely recall the book having a big red PI on the cover.

It was either personal insanity or Public Insanity.
It doesn't matter, there does not seem to be much difference anymore.


Does anybody else personally find this whole situation or possible "reality" a smidge beyond insanity?

Its times like these that make some people give up, throw their arms in the air and ask God to sort it all out, then the super rich hire the help for minimum wage to pick up the pieces.