
Hordes of sheeple decked out in red, white and blue. Lined up in rows, waiting to cast their votes to allegedly decide who will dominate the airwaves for the next four years. A pointless tradition, I dare to say. But who am I to say anything? I’m just another incompetent cog in a system that cannot function without a skilled mechanic tinkering with every nut and bolt, or so they say.