The truth is plain to see. All across the blogosphere people sit in front of their computers all day and argue about which national political party is "better". Which one is more likely to give the people what they want.
On the "left" blogs people talk about one party being tools of multinational corporations and the ultra rich, and say the other party is somehow "better" because it promises "hope" for the future somewhat in the same way religion promises salvation in some heaven, but only after death and only if you'll "believe" (clap) hard enough, and don't ask questions.
On the "right" blogs people talk about one party being tools of evil socialists and sex fiends and dopers who hate "freedom", and say the other party is somehow "better" because it promises "freedom" someday in the future somewhat in the same way religion promises salvation in some heaven, but only after death and only if you'll "believe" (clap) hard enough, don't ask questions, and kill anyone who gets in your way.
The truth is plain to see. Big money did not take over any one party at all. Big money took over politics and the media so they could carry on happily while people unwittingly play their game by choosing between between coke or pepsi - and like a Vegas casino, the house always wins in the long run. Always.
There is no 'reason'. This is not a 'reasonable' choice, and it is not 'reasonable' to get sucked into making it.
We skipped the light Fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the Miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
As I wandered through my playing cards
And I would not let her be
One of the sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well've been closed
And so it was that later
As the Miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale...