The first GOP primary debates were the night before last. There's your circus. All of the pundits have kneaded the dough thoroughly, thrown it in the oven and there's your bread. Butter has been provided in abundance.
Somehow the imagery of gladiators in the arena comes to mind. Up in the emperor's portico sits the Triumvirate of Billionaires: Murdock, Ailes and Zuckerburg. Joining them are their RNC concubines and FoxNews attendants.
Down in the arena is their arch enemy Billionaire Trump surrounded by a group of praetorians with their own ambitions of taking the trophy of Trump's head and assuming his place as the champion of the cheering hordes. Actually they are there to serve as fodder for this grand spectacle of rival elimination. The plot is to promote the compliant and obedient praetorian Bush to co-consul by helping him defeat the Billionaire Trump. But a funny thing happened on the way to the slaughter.
Down in the arena is their arch enemy Billionaire Trump surrounded by a group of praetorians with their own ambitions of taking the trophy of Trump's head and assuming his place as the champion of the cheering hordes. Actually they are there to serve as fodder for this grand spectacle of rival elimination. The plot is to promote the compliant and obedient praetorian Bush to co-consul by helping him defeat the Billionaire Trump. But a funny thing happened on the way to the slaughter.
BTW: How about that final Jon Stewart show... the finger on the pulse of America?
Nope, I didn't see it either.
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