Savvy politicians shouldn’t meddle in issues of the day. They shouldn’t have a grasp of history or a wonky fetish for the tax code. They shouldn’t legislate, govern, or form coalitions. They should instead be focused on the little things. Namely, little rodents. Walking, talking, cartoon mice, to put a finer point on things.
I want my politicians at war with fantasy purveyors.
The country can function without them reading every bill they sign, but it cannot survive a psychotic obsession for amusement parks. There’s nothing amusing about it.
Take the Disney corporation, society’s preeminent fabulists.
Where is Walt Disney in this clash of will? Some say he’s in cold storage, frozen solid until climate change makes ice an inappropriate indulgence, an ostentatious display of wealth. But he’s the only hope the company has. Imagine the sight of Walt’s icy glow and frosty reserve, glistening off a gubernatorial podium for one last battle.
How's that for a happy ending?
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