As we all know, the country is locked in the middle of a hot battle to the death. No, Celebrity Death Match has been off the air for some time..I think. I’m talking about the race for the White House. Which should be renamed, The Race for the Texas Man’s Job. Never mind. So now we’re all enjoying the craziness that is the convention season. And what a season. Every time I watch any of the conventions I always think this would be a forum better suited for a cerca 1890’s KKK meeting. Have you heard the chanting? Let’s talk.

I listened to a talk last night by some senator from some looser state. Everything he said the audience would repeat about 15 times.

“We don’t want four more years! We want four more months!” To which the rest of the assembly would chant “Four more months! Four more months!”. I half expected him to call up a quadrapalegic man to heal or something. Group mentality is a funny thing.

I expect no less from our GOP friends next week. I can hear it now: “we don’t want four more years with Nancy Palosi! We want four more minutes!” To which the crowd would shout, “Bore more midgets! We mean…four more minutes!”. Next up: cats will be sacrificed on an altar to ensure a good fiscal year.

So whatever your cultish leanings (I support the independent cult…at least they kill thier Indians before they rip out their hearts and feed them to Galimah) remember that a political convention can be just the thing to get your conformist urges out of your system. Then its on to the actual elections…which may be called off if Shabat the raman god of harvest is not summoned before the rainy season.

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