Blackmoor Vituperative

Jon Stewart asks, “When did Ron Paul become the thirteenth floor of a hotel?” The answer is simple: he isn’t part of the play. In the theatre of the absurd that is American politics, every actor has his part. As long as they say the right lines, stand on their mark, and respond on cue, the show goes on, and they get their moment in the spotlight.

For people who haven’t been invited to perform — or worse, who demand to write their own lines — there is no star on the door, no spotlight, and no media coverage.

The thing about the sneetches is that they know they are all the same. The trick is to make us (and by “us”, I mean you) think they are different, and that the conflict on stage has any meaning other than something to distract us and keep us in our seats. While the simpletons in the audience cheer for the star-bellies or revile the plain-bellies, the ticket counter stays open, and the sneetches are all happy.