And the lid blows off......... Presidential Parody

Exposition
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Power, seemingly, lies not at the feet of a unary source but at the backyard of a power lobby led by a wily gardener. For, the floral oasis which springs out because of the powerful, benefits the collective lot . The reason rulers become thee is always clear like a lotus in a mud pond. The must-haves muscle out the should-haves. The vicars do a magical act to make the Protestants disappear. The deserveds are doomed and the puppies rule the roost.

A President of a unflapped nation needs to be elected in a responsible, moral fashion and not to prove that you are better than your depleted neighbor. Inject some sense into yourselves guys. Try, Ghengis Khan and his power struggle....

Opening and Act I
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16BC
The good shepherd, not the God we normally talk of but his son, takes care of the herd in a consequential manner sharing his daily words of wisdom with the sheep he tends to - not withstanding his limited intelligence. The poor little sheep, lovelorn and rarely straying from the line, make his life easier. This kind of mutual love is born out of necessity. Messaih ruled and rules because people are sheep and sheep are people.

Act II
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1999~2000...The President of the world's most powerful democracy, the little spooky loser of a guy born out of a scheming yet a powerful father. Papa ensures that the President becomes a President by a razor thin margin of a chad...... Dad and Chad did rhyme this time.... There is some brotherly intevention as well. So, much for parental control, aint it? God, the big man up there, must be laughing his ass off seeing that the devil is winning. What else can he do?

Interlude
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"Bye..... Bye, Ms. American pie........." What the fuck happened in 2000 years? Where are the sheep and who is the shepherd? Nothing in fact changed. The shepherd is now a snake charmer but the sheep still remain the sheep. Meek, confused, belittled.

Act III and Final
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2007.... Witness the curtains fall on one of the decent presidents of the world's largest democracy, a perverse aversion clouds sound judgement. Foxes, wolves, goons call the shots as to who will be the next lamb imbibing the mantle of being the first citizen of a remote controlled, rubber stamp nation. Morons elect a President while uncermoniously exiting the long haired one, wise he is as people proclaim. Happy are the feminists(do you have a point anytime?), spidery regional lords and asslickers (Oh!!! We have a party full of them) for they have delivered their roles in full spirit. All lessons learnt, all promises to be kept dissolve in the labyrinth - thanks to the insipid views of the slingers who throw earth at each other.

What remains??
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When the highest post in the country is up for grabs by disrespecting the whole fabric of decency, when a woman president makes it to the top because she is a woman and a madam likes her, when a good one is sent home without a question, when an ageing leader who in his senile years still yearns for the seat of comfort....... in fact nothing remains.

But I have stood up atleast. Thats not a bad beginning