Yes, it’s well over a year out, but I’ma itchin’—itchin‘, I tell you—gas up the theme that’s gonna take us all through the sorry mess that it our presidential campaign season.
(Just what I’m itchin’ is none of yo business.)
Anyway, I thought of “Barn-burner 2016”, but that’s rather too square-dance-ish, don’t you think? “Flash Mob 2016”? Stale.
I then considered something throwback and classic, but I couldn’t figure out how to whittle down “From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler” into something both recognizable and workable.
Then I went waaaaay back and classic—Roman Empire back-and-classic—and “Bread and Circuses 2016” is now in the lead.
My only hesitation is that, as a bread-and-roses (good thing!) socialist, the bread-and-circuses (bad thing) bit may be misleadingly close.
Still, it does have a nice ring to it, and it brings to mind bloody gladiatorial combat designed to distract us from what’s really going down behind the velvet curtains.
(She said, rolling her hands over each other. . . .)
Oh, and I could of course deal with the filter issue for “Clusterfuck 2016” thru elision or asterixing, (Clusterfck or Clusterf*ck), but, honestly that word describes so much of our politics that it seems a shame to confine to merely one election cycle.
Anyway. The quest continues.
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