Party Time!

What this country needs is a good THIRD PARTY. A third party with a candidate who will put some ZEST into this listless presidential campaign. Otherwise, there is a considerable danger of the electorate falling into a stupor, listening to same-old, same-old flip-flopping, mud-slinging, gaffes and retractions, and perhaps forgetting to even go to the polls on November 4. Well,leave it to Madam Z to remedy the situation. Let me introduce you to my choice for Captain of our Ship of State, ZEKE!
(Reprinted from my post in Six Sentences.)

Zeke had been raised as a Republican, but as soon as he was old enough to get a hard-on, he knew that that uptight, sex-fearing, no-partying party was not for him, but he didn’t care much for the Democrats either, since they were all about political correctness and worrying about poor people and boring stuff like that.

So, Zeke decided to start his own political party – the Z-Party; a party that liked to PARTY!

He’d need a new party animal – no lame-ass donkey or fat-ass elephant – the Z-Party’s mascot would be a Zebra, male, of course, and he would be hung like a horse.

Now for the party platform… Zeke scratched his chin and looked up at the sky, smiling, as he pictured himself as President of the new, improved nation.

He had been elected in a landslide, after he told the voters that “Anything goes in the Z-Party, well, almost anything…no murder, of course, and no non-consensual anything, homosexuality is fine, heterosexuality, bestiality, drink whatever you want, smoke whatever you want…hell’s bells, DO whatever you want, as long as you observe the Golden Rule.

Yeah, that’s the only law we need in the Z-party – “Don’t do unto others what you don’t want them to do unto you…or something like that; I’ll work out the details later,” he told the cheering throngs.

He's got my vote!