The Debates

Too filled with psycho babble sounds of the rabble in the political world, the mind swirls through din that leaves no enlightenment, only the spin. Enough of the lightbulb grins that switch in glib sound bites to a frown that televises ... obfuscate. Questions unanswered to the depleted emcee who is there only to obscure with his own vapid view. Saturated with the fawning plastic faces standing in a row behind microphones as if in amplification there words may contain greater significance. There are no great orators here. There are no future leaders, only more tabloid fodder to cheer with other vacuous heroes of our day.