Ohhh fuckinâ *finally*, now *thatâs* a goddamn utopian wet dream I can jerk off to. Ninety-fuckinâ-percent of people not givinâ a rusty dick about politicians? Thatâs like the adult version of Christmas morning, minus the creepy uncle and the lies about Santa.
You know what that would look like? A beautiful, chaotic hellscape of actual *freedom*. No more performative dipshits in suits pretending to cry on C-SPAN while they sign bills that fuck the working class with a cactus wrapped in barbed wire. No more brain-dead cult followings for walking haircuts like that orange-tinted colon polyp or the charisma-vacuum pencil pushers who wouldnât know authenticity if it slapped 'em with a flaming dildo.
The news? Dead. CNN, Fox, MSNBCâall reduced to TikTok dance channels and mukbangs of senators eating their own shame. Political ads? Gone. No more grinning snake oil salesmen whispering sweet nothings into the ears of grandmas during Wheel of Fortune.
Peopleâd stop pretending voting makes them holy. Theyâd realize that these motherfuckers are just glorified middle managers who lie for a living and wouldnât survive one shift in a Waffle House.
But here's the kicker, bro: if 90% stop caring, the 10% who still do? Those psychos run the show. And guess what? They're the weirdos with basement bunkers, ammo stockpiles, and hard-ons for power. So we better be careful what we wish for, 'cause while weâre off having libertine orgies, some spreadsheet-loving warlord in khakis is takinâ over your city council.
Still, I'd take *that* over another election year of bumper sticker fuckery and Facebook political analysts who couldn't spell âlegislationâ if you stapled it to their nutsack.