President Fart

The pundits talk and punt.
The speculators talk and speculate.
The politicians talk and politicise.
The winners win
The losers lose
And the talk goes on.
The magnanimous forgive, the disillusioned dissolve, the spirited move on.
The wind blows, the rain falls, the sun elbows the clouds out of the way and life goes on.
The election show has come to an end.
Hours of distraction, hours of nit-picking, hours of recriminations, hours of talk, hours of speculation hours of blather, and not one person in Rapa Nui gives a toss.
I do not wish harm on the likes of Trump or Farage, I do not wish pain on Le pen or Geert Wilders, I just wish them a speedy recovery from their malevolence.
May they hear the music of the spheres. May the pure white light of eternal love enter their bodies through their addled brains, may the law of harmony prevail, may men and women of good will everywhere meet in a spirit of co-operation, and may all their negativity be transmuted into Divine light and reflected back to it’s source.
I’m tired today, but like you, I will bounce back and find a way to defeat them.