No, no… I’m not making fun of drag queens, but I’m starting to think that American politics has become no more than one huge drag show of lip-synching performances by politicians impersonating people. Cast your mind back to Preznit Crystal Chandelier for a second, he’s as elite as they come, the blood in his veins runs a shade of blue so deep it’s almost black and yet he managed to somehow get up on stage and pretend that he was singing Woodie Guthrie and Joan Baez, while wearing an oil-can tiara and burlap gown made by Mme Jean du Appalachia. He sang of religion and empathy and damn-it all if he didn’t manage to steal an election with it and go on to give away the government to all his goober friends and relatives. And after 911, why he just went back-stage and changed into his High Camp Dominatrix outfit and started his set by lip-synching Green Day’s "Blood, Sex and Booze" to the delight of the hard-core republican authoritarians in the audience and the dismay of the rest of America… and his show hasn’t stopped yet, he’s managed to have the most influential show in quite a while if you figure that his management, Darth Cheney productions is doing all it can to wreck havoc on the Republic while cranking out a few more cover tunes including hits like "When the Levee Breaks", "Smoke on the Water" and "The Wall"…

So fast forward to 2008 and the new show in town… Crystal can’t have her contract renewed by law, so she’s seeking out someone to replace her and the best she could find was a tired old queen, Capricious Dementia whose act has been around so long that learning new songs is like escaping from a GITMO, it’s just not going to happen in this lifetime… but like anyone in show biz the lip-synching continues even when there’s no one in the audience to appreciate the effort of the performer…minimal though it be.

Across the street though is a new a new club that opened up last year and it’s featuring a new performer… one whose talent for illusion has fooled everyone. Getting up on stage, this queen looked sensational and was ready in designer couture and with songs that were not just trendy but when she sang Woodie Guthrie, damned if you weren’t ready to join the Peace Corps leaving the club… taking her ques from RuPaul and Johnny Ramone, she was a over-the-top and conservative to the core, but damn if you knew it while swaying to the beat and lost in the show. Every lyric, every movement designed a carefully choreographed to conceal her secret… like every drag performer she wasn’t what she appeared to be.

And that’s where we are in American Politics… we are sold on imitators, imitation and illusion. The patrons of the show come for Saturday night and spend the rest of the week denying that they either went or enjoyed what they saw there (eeew… drag queens?) and we’re left with the impersonators now running the country and we’re not really sure which persona we’re stuck with, and odds are we’re never going to know, it would spoil the illusion.

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