I express a great, big belly laugh when I think about the current American Presidential election cycle. Then I get really sad that I live here and this is the best my nation, one which purports to be the greatest in the world, can muster for potential leaders.
If the fight isn’t about who has less skeletons or otherwise hanging corpses in their preverbal closet, it’s about making the other guy (or gal, as the case may be) look like an incompetent ass. Frankly, most of them are either incompetent or assholes; just one candidate is both, and we’ll leave who that is up to you, the reader.
I wonder when we started considering fictional characters to be the better choice. Whether it’s choosing the greater evil in the Great Old One, Cthulhu, or choosing the power of the Force in the Kenobi-Skywalker ticket, the endless barrage of bumper stickers and shirts never ends. And don’t get me started on the cheap coffee mugs.
And like the linked image above, some American somewhere decided that the number one poster child of rebellion in the Verse is our clear choice.
If you’re out there, Mal, the Oval Office is waiting.
Aiming to misbehave,