So tonight, when I got bored watching the news and waiting for the government to shut down, I switched over to Dancing With the Stars. But after five minutes of watching their quickstep-soft shoe-hand jive thing, I suddenly realized—IT’S THE SAME DAMN SHOW. That’s right, no difference. Semi-famous people dancing around with jazz hands hoping that someone will actually pay attention and later vote for them. Sure, Dancing With the Stars has snazzier clothes. God knows no one wants to see those creepy, hairsprayed politicos in sequins with their shirts unbuttoned to their waists. But other than that, there’s no difference.
The dancers try to move more smoothly and look better than the other competitors and hope their fan base will like them enough to vote them through. The politicos try to yell louder and score more face time than everyone else, while hoping their tap dancing will get people to vote for them in the end.
Honestly, I’d rather see the politicos literally dance it out and stop yapping at each other. Make them pair up with someone from the other party. Have them learn the fox trot, perform on national TV, and whichever pair wins gets to decide what the hell happens with the budget. I know I’d stay up to see that. Maybe we don’t need a Tea Party. Maybe what we really need is a Dance Party.
Thanks–I say let’s set up the dancing and Thomas and I can be the judges. Dust off your spandex, Congress! It’s time to tango!
This is SO on the money. I envy the insight.
Gee, I might even watch that!
You and Thomas Sullivan should join forces to solve the political issues of the day! HA HA
I like the idea of a dance-off … it couldn’t be worse than the way we’re doing it now.