Chocolate, or Vanilla ...

... it's all ice cream anyway.

Politics, once a major source of adrenaline rush for me, has begun to give me a bit of a rash. Apparently, as with latex, I have developed an allergy to it.

Here is my cynical "definition" of conservatism and liberalism:

Conservatives have a view of central government as everyone's "father." Liberals see it as our "mother."

These two "opposing" views are merely contrasts between flavors of federal parentalism. We are all children who cannot be trusted to play nicely with each other ... or to make sound decisions about our own money or social conduct.

These two views are typically represented by a Jackass-shaped hand-puppet on the left hand of the puppeteer, and an Elephant-headed hand-puppet on the right hand.

Who is the puppeteer? The amok juggernaut cash-machine of Washington, D.C. Because "what gets rewarded gets done," Washington, D.C., has become a clearing house for confiscation of wealth to be redistributed to the lights and effects personnel (two-party politicians) who put on the puppet show for the kiddies. Punch and Judy are now Bush and Kerry.

And who are the kiddies?

Every registered voter latched firmly to the dead teat of contemporary federal elections.