There was a society of monkeys. Some of them were extremely discontent over the circus that came to town and just wouldn’t leave. The main attractions were supposedly two-party politics and economic classes. The few monkeys who had appointed themselves ringmasters poured the society’s money into taking care of the circus animals: an elephant and a donkey.
Most of the monkeys became very disenchanted with the monkeys running this political-economic circus arena. Through their psycho-egotism, the so-called ringmasters disrespected the other monkeys intelligence and their ability to survive. They aggrandized themselves while others slept on park benches and in the woods. Children, veterans, people with physical and metal disabilities and the abandoned. Outside of the circus tents were a lot of invisible monkeys, while the monkey ringmasters — faker than a toupee and more cosmetic than a clown’s makeup — held ego battles through their wealth and political prestige. This only made the other monkeys feel like they were trying to be made fools of.
All the while, the ringmasters bragged about their millions and billions. They held dinners for $25,000 per monkey? What in the world was on that plate?
That money could have been spent address homelessness.
Despite this outrageous behavior, lobbyists and multinational corporations took keen interest in adverting throughout the circus. So the masquerading went on, with all its repetitious artificial rhetoric.
Until one day, one monkeys decided that it had had enough of this aristocracy. It gathered all of the other irate monkeys and they ran into the big top and chewed the donkey’s and the elephant’s a** right off. And with them, they threw a banana barbeque. There were grapes, cherries and all the coconut milk you could ask for. And when they heard about it, the political ringmaster monkeys came running too, embarrassed, and enjoyed themselves with the others. The society of monkeys had won another battle for everybody. They had taken an evolutionary step toward ending the hypocrisy of their Democracy. Instead of being pessimistic, they began to engage themselves. Unified and courageous, the artificial political pretense were dropped to include every race, gender, sexual preference and age. Everyone danced, laughed and sang together long into the night. There was peace.
