Someone we know with died in the wool political convictions was telling us he’d found a remarkable article comparing President Barack Obama to Cuba’s Fidel Castro. He said the similarities were incredible and was about to expound further when it was determined he should be cut short. After all, this person, though kindhearted in his actions, outgoing to a fault, loving of small animals and those less fortunate can also be counted on to discuss at length the imminent collapse of the San Andreas fault and the subsequent increase in the value of desert real estate. By way of nipping the subject in the bud the comparison of a lemon meringue pie to a bias belted tire was offered as a subject of discussion. This is probably as relevant a comparable as that of a right snappy dresser to an eccentric cigar smoker in fatigues, a decorated war veteran who saw action in a dangerous foreign war to a cheerleader who dodged the draft through family connections or a cuddly non human family member to a vicious feral carnivore.
A bias belted tire is round. So is a lemon meringue pie. A tire has a lot of air in it, so does the pie. The pie has layers, so does the tire. Neither the bias belted tire nor the lemon meringue pie are necessarily to my liking. If allowed to sit around outside exposed to the elements long enough the tire will rot and become useless. As will the pie. The surface of the pie must have just the right texture, same with the tire. Both should be made from a proper recipe. They are both of this earth and meant for human consumption. If a lateral force is applied to the tire it will slip. Likewise the creamy, fluffy crusty dessert. They can be bought in many stores, in many styles and sizes. On and on a person could go and at the end of the road it would be seen that the tire and the pie have perhaps more in common than they differ. By the same logic it’s obvious that Obama is a communist dictator, or a lemon meringue pie.
Vote for who one will, the system is set up to offer us only two sides of the same coin and while that’s the game we all get short changed. Follow the logic we are served and soon we’ll all be eating slices of steel belted neoprene and asking for seconds.