Mom come get me! This can't be real.

What would it really be like to just ride in on a load of pumpkins? Then stop on Main Street America and hop off. Just arrived out of nowhere. Not knowing anything. Or anybody. Green and uninitiated. A freshman from the cornfields. Possibly ignorant of current events.

Then, to be confronted by TV, radio, and cable news. Broadcasting and bloviating the political events of the day. Haranguing rhetoric, shouting, fist banging, accusations, sound bites, red faced grimaces, narrowed eyes, and barking bla-bla-bla. Carrying on like you’ve never seen before. How scary that would be.

You look around taking in sights and sounds you’ve never witnessed before. Thinking you got off at the wrong bus stop. Possibly in a dangerous neighborhood. A neighborhood filled with troubled people. Possibly inhabitants not taking their prescribed ADD meds. Just a bunch of Hypertensive ridalin popping misfits. “Holy moly! When’s the next bus going back home?”

Then you might think, maybe this is where carnival Sideshows “Carny people” train. Yes, of course, this is Circus City. Sure that’s it. P T Barnum once lived here. That’s it. I’m lost and need to leave right away.

Get me out of here. These politicians people are nuts. They scare me. They almost look cannibal like. Mom come get me! Help!