What are the odds…

given the strange political theatre of our current day, that there are 1000 monkeys keyboarding on their Ipads furiously somewhere, developing script just in time to insert it into the frazzled fray of the daily news cycle. In ways both large and small the spectacle that we are being fed seems far more like a circus than a sober debate. Perhaps the elephants are in charge of peanuts and crackerjacks and the donkeys are in charge of whisky and beer. Maybe the bees are in league with the butterflies and the frogs aligned with the crocodiles.

I discern an impish dolphin directing the whole show while ducks waddle to and fro with stage directions and “exit-stage right or left” cues. All the while a pack of hyenas keeps an eye on things and tells the rest of the Ark just enough to keep us from running amok. A bull moose promises to run through China’s shop and a beaver is heading to a union meeting to complain about the concentration of capital in the hands of the 1%, represented by the pigs. The eagles are nowhere to be seen but there certainly are one hell of a lot of seagulls flying around….something is rotten in the state of Denmark I guess.