Stacking Up Portents (like MegaBloks)

They're certainly not the best you can get, but when you're desperate to manipulate your own mind into believing you, they will certainly suffice. It drives the mind to a desperate place of longing - believing solely in what one sees - it drives the mind to value demagoguery and rhetoric over logic and fact, however elusive we may find the latter.

An election is happening. An American election-- One the world will not forget, even if the reason is - for some - that it is the U.S.'s first reality TV show election; the first to ever hold dominion the population's dwindling attention spans. It is not the first time in history that twisted rhetoric and wild antics captured the world's attention on a massive geopolitical scale, but it is the first time in post-modern history that the morality, ideals, and "political correctness" upheld by this country were capsized, and then subsequently lauded.

Now, please, don't take me for a supporter. I do not support the conceptual reality of the ever-deteriorating political arena. I do not support any "party"(...some party). With the bell curve-shaped rise of technology has consequentially risen the demand for transparency; the attempt to enforce the idea has led to some of the most absurd, pathetic, and consistent stream of dirty laundry and closets full of skeletons that have ever been leaked about presidential candidates in the months leading up to the election. The sub-sequential impact of media coverage makes for that true reality-show feel as the 'he-said-she-said' utterly eclipses all economic and socio-political stances and plans held by the candidates, and acts not as what most would quite obviously consider a distraction from the necessary, but as a replacement. This is where the cheap imitation Megabloks tumble and fall into the clown-faced gaping maw of oblivion, assumingly bouncing off of several million lost spans of attention on their way down and landing somewhere near Donald Trump's steaks.

And this is where I sit down,
cover my eyes and ears,
and scream.

For ice cream.

What were we talking about?