“Why,

shouldn’t I vote for Jefferson?

I don’t like either of these bozos,

and who are you

(a sticker)

to tell me, what to do?

IDK, read this.

I’ve imagined a millions futures that make more sense than the present moment.

I’ve just watched an entire comedy special by Hannah Einbinder, I thought it was fantastic, and my perhaps ADHD mind thinks similarly but completely different.

I want to introduce myself with whatever I am writing now. You see I am the next President of the United States of American and most people don’t even know who I am.

The AI (or multiple working together, or some sort of deep state syndicate, or god(s)) set up this future perfectly to get me elected President. We have two old octogenarians or whatever battling the rhetoric they’ve built their whole life to convince you They alone will make things better.

One of them is bound to drop dead before the election and the other is likely to show us they have completely lost their mind due to a combination of british Adderall precursors, repressed guilt and/or the ravages of time. That leaves the republicans with a stable of corporate lackeys or religious fascists. And/or, depending how you interpret the first sentence of this paragraph it leaves the democrats with a sty of wine-drunk nihlists or too-young social-sychophants.

And then there’s me. The idiot-savant who has a dunning-kruger score higher than terrance howard. I think that the only way out of the mess we’ve gotten ourselves in is to reinvent ourselves, specifically 5 or 7 branches of government if we’re talking about my impending job that you morons are going to put me in.

I’m not making any sense, my brain is filled with a ton of stuff that I expect You the reader to already understand because I am mad you didn’t listen to me when I was younger.

I think it’s because I was a super-middle child and I’ve tried to work through the trauma or just basically figure out how my brain organized itself over years of sporadic drug use and procrastination. What I am trying to say is I will land this plane, bear with me.

Alright, so I am Jefferson. I am the next President of the United States of America.

My plan as President ignores the reality of the present completely. It assumes that the American people can agree to a yes or no question. It misunderstands the depth of the problems our life-systems face and distorts my comprehension of expertise.

I am not fit to be President of the United States of American, and I am not sure anyone is. Me least of all.

Alright, so perhaps I’ve posted this on my website, and perhaps you scanned a sticker and now you’re hear still reading because you’re wondering:

“Why, shouldn’t I vote for Jefferson? I don’t like either of these bozos, and who are you (a sticker) to tell me what to do?”