The illusion of choice

The spectacle of nearly twenty Republican presidential candidates is a recent phenomenon, and a curiosity. They are nearly uniform in their views, so much so that they would be at home in the Politburo or Cuba’s National Assembly of People’s Power. There is no diversion from the doctrinaire code of Americanism – we love our wars and want lower taxes, hate immigrants and want to end abortion (for others).

How does it come about? These men and woman are, by and large, low quality. Having schooled themselves in American Economics 101 (lower taxes, cut government non-military spending), they imagine themselves clever. Their views are never tested in the heat of real debate, and so they never move forward in their thinking.

What’s up? All I can figure is that the bar of entry to politics, on the Republican side at least, is set so low that any damned fool can cross it. As long as they mouth proper groupthink platitudes, the media has no basis for derision or dismissal. All are credible in our low-thought environment.

Among all those candidates, one has already been selected as our next president. I do not know who it is.

On the Democratic side, the field is much narrower. In debates on that side, while support of military and its many wars is a given, the breadth of issues is wider, and candidates, all on a leash, are given latitude to talk and sound somewhat progressive**. Debates will be an immersion into wedge politics.

Among those candidates, one has already been selected as the second place finisher in November of 2016.

Between the loonies of the right and the fake liberals of the left, we have the illusion of choice. That is the only reason we have politics – if voters realized they have no voice in the management of our country, they might get uppity. They might even form a real political movement for change.
*Al Gore has hinted at entering the race. Would it not be hilarious if he did, won the nomination, and had the election stolen from him by Jeb Bush?
** Where is my head at! This is known as “platitude latitude.”

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