Pageant of Locusts by J. Paul Henderson

Pageant of Locusts by J. Paul Henderson " Three years ago, although it seems like just yesterday, all the major television networks were preempting their reality shows and other quality fare with two mini-series known as the Democrat and Republican conventions. For as long as I could hold my dinner down I watched, incredulous, as the four-year locusts paraded, one by one, across the television screen. The stages were filled with has-beens, wannabes, winners and losers. At the Democrat convention, the winner was some guy named Barack – or Barry something or other. Some guy who can’t even seem to recall where he was born, who was whisked from obscurity into the limelight by forces as yet unknown. That alone made it good theater. But adding to the interest was his choice of a running mate. To "balance" the ticket, he chose a painfully dull old white man. Over on the Republican side the clear winner was John McCain, who over the course of his unfortunately long political career, had sold himself out to so many special interests that whores were complaining he was giving them a bad name. His choice for vice president was some chick from Alaska no one had ever heard of. "