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By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, confident in the knowledge that he is “liked” to the extent that the keeper and Phyllis tolerate his presence and would probably feed him if he had a stomach.
All of which goes to make the point that all people and dogs and some other critters such as cats live their lives in a continual state of concern over how much they are “liked.”
Everybody and all critters spend endless time shoring up their “like me” profiles and wondering at any negative indicators in that regard. It is obviously an essential quality to sharing the planet, and the “like me” relevance explodes now in this political season.
Seven Democratic candidates for Wisconsin governor–four women, three men– assembled last evening near Vista West where the keeper and Phyllis reside; and in orderly fashion they asked several hundred people to “like” them enough to vote for them so they could live in the Governor’s mansion on Lake Mendota’s east shore and make decisions on everyone’s behalf about death, taxes, the pothole budget and keeping the school kids free of ignorant theories.
Political “like me” pleas have come to be wrapped in so much money as to be meaningless. This results in billionaire narcissistic plans to go to Mars where the current POTUS could try his “like-me” lies which are not working on Earth.
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