GOP: Year 2025
It’s the year 2025, and I’m taking a ride in my solar-powered scooter through the back country of rural Montana. We have decided to visit the Amerish Country. Modeled after the Amish religious group, the GOP is now holed up in a series of “compounds” populated by the last remnants of the Neo-Cons. They refused to summon up the mental courage to face America’s challenges, favoring instead to deny anything that fosters progress. They denied global warming, denied allowing minorities on the Supreme Court, and are still denying the reality of Obama’s birth certificate.
I know I’m getting closer to the compound, as I can see the rusted out hulks of old Hummer vehicles. Now I see the Shrine of the Almighty Dollar as I approach the entrance. I like to tour the old ammo caches and hoards of assault weapons. Oh, there’s Governor Sanford with his three wives selling admission tickets.
I kind of feel sorry for them now, as their “golden god” donkey is now just a weed infested clump of tarnished brass. Worshiping money, they have no currency. Hating science and electricity, they live by candle power. Ah, there’s old Dick Cheney selling confederate flags (made in China) at the newsstand. I pay him in real copper pennies, knowing he gets a kick out of precious metal. Goodbye, GOP, my old friend. Maybe if things get real bad, President Malia Obama will allow you to open a casino on Amerish land.