Hillary's Change of No Change Triumphs

Dear George,

All is well in the kingdom. The nation’s CEOs, CFOs, defense contractors, homeland security contractors, hedge fund managers, investment bankers, developers, pharmaceuticals, lobbyists, big oil and all of the other pathologically driven power brokers riding America earthward will sleep well tonight.

Hillary took New Hampshire, and it’s the status quo ante all over again.

The triangulating centerism that believes in nothing and stands for nothing will continue in all of its humdrum glory. Jobs will continue to be shipped overseas, unions will continue to be broken, the middle class will continue to shrink, America will continue as the world’s sole remaining rogue state, the riff-raff and the poor will be kept off the welfare rolls and capital will continue its upward movement towards the apex of the pyramid.

Best of all, the Beltway will remain a sewage processing plant as open trenches pump raw effluvia from the country’s power centers to the K Street processing plant where it is recycled into the bribulating campaign contributions that oil the corrupted gears and wheels of a government that is little more than a wholly-owned subsidiary of the Corporatists State.

Sure, we had a little scare in Iowa when Obama started preaching his gospel of hope. For a brief moment it appeared that the fresh air of change was wafting over the country. Fortunately, there is an iron-clad rule of politics that never changes: shit’s stench fouls freshness every time.

Hillary’s talent is to dress up the status quo ante in new rhetoric that makes it look like a program for radical change. She is able to convince the proles that the stale air she exhales is air fresher than Obama’s. She sounds so sincere when she tells the nation that it takes a boarded-up village to raise a child. That phrase so sums up her appeal. She is able to convince the public that a mythic past that never was will be the force that drives the radical change of no change.

Granted, the right hates her with a passion. But they are starting to realize that she is the Petri dish in which the toxins that are draining America of its vitality are cultured. Already, they are starting to pump more and more raw sewage into her coffers.

Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones