The absurdity of the American political landscape has never been more apparent than in the pitiful, neurotic spectacle we call modern democracy. The two-party system, an oil-slicked charade of empty promises and forgotten ideals, has all but obliterated any semblance of a true democratic process. The truth is, we are all political orphans now — cast adrift in a sea of half-baked lies, bullshit policies, and a government that serves the corporate overlords more than it ever served the people.
I was born into a world where the political machine was already broken, grinding away at the edges of something that once held hope. But it’s gone now. We’re left with nothing but the hollow, angry remnants of old ideologies that never really worked. Republicans? A cabal of mouth-breathers clinging to the past like a disease. Democrats? A cadre of hollow, cynical opportunists who’ve sold their souls for a few shiny coins and a nice corner office. Neither side has the moral authority to speak of justice, let alone implement it.
So here we are, political orphans, floating through a culture that has swallowed its own tail. The old allegiances — those once comforting, recognizable labels — are now a cruel joke.
What are we supposed to do? Join a cult of the left? A cult of the right? No fucking way. I’m no longer playing the game. Instead, I’ve grown indifferent to it all. A savage indifference, laced with bitterness, as I watch the chaos unfold from the sidelines.
We are all victims of a rigged system, and the sooner we realize that, the sooner we can start looking for a new path — a new war, a new revolution. But make no mistake: it will be ugly.