An ordinary person’s aptitude for politics rivals their penchant for statistical mechanics. Administrators overall spur deficit spending and migrant incursions only to elicit pleas of “four more years” from a withered public. To pursue a degree in physics is not for everybody, naturally. However, all and sundry allege mastermind status regarding politics besides Christianity.
Multitudes of patron saints luxuriate in dissidence and anxiety leading up to November’s four-yearly slapstick. Alas, forever drawing on global icons has wrought financial debt which looms over Usonia like heavy weather. “Never again” and “remember 9/11” once fervid battle cries lie bloodless on the treacherous mind-field of spiritual warfare. Wanton trajection rhymes with passing a motion, spattering the boot hills of those who perished twenty-three years past. Meanwhile, apathetic masses form ranks amid the nightsoil and stench dealt by entrusted clerical idols.
God alone reveals truth. Brooding over ancestry, gender, sex, lucre, and electronic gadgetry while yielding to carnal beings as guardian angels lays bare the plight of humanity. Attestations abound yet witness the power of prejudice as advanced chauvinists flounder within arrant reality everlasting.
A risible scenario involving callous activity aptly describes an exalted (fancied as evermore) quadrennial performance. Just another brand added to the chromatic history of the United States. Rather, a hasty indulgence in the signal year two thousand twenty and twenty-for all time.
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