COMMENTARY: Paris Hilton’s Grimy Eggs for President!

As I watch a stray breadcrumb cascade over my second and third chins onto my engorged belly, my heart aches. No, not over that second chicken roll. I am upset over the tragic loss of Anna Nicole Smith. (I’m also slightly annoyed that Snickers ads are making me homophobic.) Why is Anna’s death so traumatic to this Bloated-American? Well, she was part of my master plan to arouse our flaccid democracy, save the Presidency, and revitalize the dairy industry.

First, let’s review why our country and political system look a lot like the payload of a crazed astronaut’s diaper:

1. George W. Bush – if he were any less successful, he’d be producing CBS’s Armed & Famous in a Jimmy Carter mask.
2. Diane Feinstein – this criminal doled out $792 million to her husband through her Congressional subcommittee. It’s not that her colleagues were seduced by her soft, supple skin and pear-shaped, 73-year old booty. No, these other cronies are in on the joke. Why do you think there’s never been a credible campaign finance reform bill…or a black person served at Denny’s?
3. Race-Religion-Sexual Orientation-Dick Cheney - What do all these have in common? They are all tools. And, they’re ways to divide us. They divert focus from things that truly matter like healthcare, education, and Paula Abdul.

So where’s the fix, oh Great Faktorial.com? The answer lies in Paris Hilton’s jeans. No, not those odd, red blisters. Her eggs. The only way to save our democracy is to carefully breed future politicians. That’s right, BREED! If it can get us a Labradoodle, it can get us a president.

Some propose taxing the rich. I propose impregnating them – early and often. Only by crossbreeding the rich with geniuses can we save our system. Just yesterday, I was only a nurse and a Barry White CD away from producing Stephen Hawking’s and heiress Anna Nicole’s lovechild. Now, I sit and wait for Madonna’s signature before I can baste Lourdes Ciccone in Hawking’s priceless stew. Again, democracy suffers.

Why such desperate measures? Money. Our system is corrupt. We’re not electing a President, we’re buying carefully packaged products, each costing $200 million+ to market. If you’re a candidate and someone gives you say $1 million, a goodnight kiss just won’t do. You’re getting full-on, hard-core lesbian #$% with a #$% stuffed in your #$*(&%, with enough tongue %^&*)*_ to buckle a mid-sized rhino.

Look at Hillary (carefully and through a pinhole). She’s a soulless, calculated, poll-molded, bundle of ambition. Even without any genuine principles or decent electrolysis, she may be the best candidate that special interest money can buy.

Republican options don’t look great either. Rudy’s sitting on the fence, aggravating an already testy prostate. McCain’s courting the kooks that got Bush into office. John, buddy, what happened? And, Mitt Romney is busy explaining how having 12 wives, wearing magic underwear, and believing in gold plates handed out by angels won’t affect his political decisions. Kookoo Kookoo….

There is hope. There is a type of independent politician that has principles – bored billionaires tired of airborne Jacuzzi’s, sex at Nobu, and meals with models:

• Exhibit A: NY Governor Eliot Spitzer. The guy takes on everybody – thieving corporations, his own party, schoolchildren. I heard he punched his mother the other day. This guy’s on fire! He’s one of the few politicians with balls. Enjoy his balls while you can. They are few and far between, so to speak. Fighting worthless bureaucrats without leverage is a sign of independence. It is also a sign that Zoloft is under-prescribed. I admire anyone willing to take on his own party. It reminds me of the time I went to war with my penis over this fat girl. We both lost.
• Exhibit B: NY Mayor Bloomberg. This little fidget is doing a great job! He is by far the best mayor NY has ever seen. And, in my opinion, the only person in the US qualified to be President, or Mini-me in Austin Powers 4. Think about it. Bill Clinton won after running a $47,000 budget where 2.5 million people share a single, tattered DNA strand. In contrast, Bloomberg built a global company and is running something far more complex – a Sybian vibrator for his girlfriend. Not easy getting excited for the little tyke – power or not. Anyway, you get my point.

Finally, this solution has its risks. While JFK was great, JFK Jr. was weeded out by Darwin. If only a plane was as easy to operate as genitalia…what might have been. Anyway, there is no room for mistakes. Your mission is clear: If you have a billion dollars, please f*ck a genius! Our country is riding on it. Suri Cruise is riding on it, or will be in 16 years.

P.S. - There is one simpler solution. We could just pay politicians for performance. Have a reward structure like businesses do. Maybe we’d actually attract fewer intern-touchers and more high-performers. Of course, that wouldn’t be nearly as fun as shtupping Paris Hilton. That’s hot!


By faktorial.com – where genetic engineering and natural selection feel just a little bit dirty.