A Fable for Our Times

Once upon a time, there was happy country called Murka located in between two oceans and far from the partisan lands of Yurp. Peace prevailed because the wise Murkan politicans avoided acrimony and conflict and went to the same cocktail parties at night, patronized the same hookers and ate at the same restaurants. Yes, there were two political parties, the mockRATs and the Publicranes, but they worked out their differences. For example, the mockRATs controlled the Congress where they taxed and spent to their hearts’ delight. The Publicranes controlled the Presidency by attacking the irresponsibility of the tax and spend mockRATs. For the their part, the Publicranes used their control of the Presidency to invade small countries to make them safe for Corporatocracy. The mockRATs attacked them for being warmongers, but it was all very polite and everyone kept getting re-elected to their respective offices. The non-partisan press of the country observed this and labeled the mockRATs as spendthrifts and cowards, but no one minded because everyone knew that media secretly supported the mockRATs and if they wanted to call themselves bad names, who should stop them?
Not that things were perfect – Murka kept falling further behind Yurp where somehow the nasty partisanship hadn’t prevented their people from being more productive and having more time off, and even getting free health care, not that Murkans would ever want that.
Eventually, the mockRATs started passing bills to give family leave and other items which the Publicrane President Bush the Oldguy vetoed. This gave rise to what the media called Gridlock which bipartisanly everyone condemned as partisanship.
A mockRAT named Clinton the Male audaciously decided to run for President by being a “New” mockRAT, i.e. one that wouldn’t be a spendthrift or a warmonger and thus end the evil gridlock. (Ed. Note: Here we can see EXACTLY whose fault it was!)
Amazingly he won, which caused great pain to the Publicranes , such as Bush the Youngguy who swore revenge and Newt the Grinch who vowed to take over Congress. The Grinch succeeded and promptly shut down the government. Now gridlock was in reverse, with the MockRATs running the Presidency, and the Publicranes running Congress. This so upset everybody that they went to the Internet and bought things accidentally stimulating the economy.
This in turn, so upset Newt the Grinch, that he impeached Clinton the Male, who’d made the mistake of having sex with a non-prostitute. (Impeachment is a quaint Murkan ritual where Congress throws peaches at the President until he resigns.)
Amazingly, Clinton the Male responded with a unjustified attack of partisanship and refused to resign.
The astonished non-partisan media was outraged, but fortunately a new election was coming so the media resolved to have revenge by defeating Clinton’s heir apparent, Algore the Green by saying he was wooden from hugging trees and claimed to invent the Internet.
The Publicranes nominated Bush the Youngguy who campaigned as a “Uniter not a Divider” to end gridlock the right way, i.e., by having a Publicrane in the White House.
Surprisingly, the voters of Murka didn’t agree because they voted for Algore the Green, but that little problem was solved by having the non-partisan Supreme Court pick Bush the Youngguy, and a spirit of Bipartisanship prevailed.
Bush the Youngguy used this spirit of Bipartisanship to give the Murkan people what everybody wanted - like tax cuts for billionaires and wars in Goatistan and Oilistan.
Unfortunately, the Murkan public was fickle and soon turned against Bush the Youngguy. Fortunately, the media remained non-partisan and turned its attention to non-partisan figures like Mavericky John the McCain [*].
Now the nation is once again at a Crossroads. Will it chose a mockRAT partisan like Clinton the Female or a Black Person who has partisan friends like Baracky the Flying Obama?
Or will it remain non-partisan and choose the Mavericky McCain, who will continue the non-partisan ways of his predecessor until Oilistan and Goatistan become democracies, the economy recovers and pigs start to fly (as they someday surely will).
-The End (for now).