Too long dependent on racial appeal and citizens disenfranchisement, the frightened minority, tried to survive at all costs. The gasping Republican Party bargained and were vexed with God. The Republican Leadership, now reviled, and terrified, vitiated its legal and moral responsibilities to the nation, and surrendered all to the lingering tea party’s poisonous breath of death. The boisterous group of three dozen post-prime, comedians, who believed themselves to be marauders, invoked centuries buried, revolutionary political rhetoric they converted to prayers. Then, being lost in their own forests of deceit and incompetence, like the Frogs they pestered God for a mighty King. In stumbled King Trumpenstein the Clumsy, as animated as his cousins Jeff the Elf and Mike the Mesmerized, and twice as dumb. Horray, cried the aimless party’s soul. All deficiencies ignored, the flailing limbs and gutter language’s stench adored. Then the party, like the Frogs, thanked their god, declaring the ogre,Trumpenstein the Clumsy, was chosen by God and all must obey. The adults cheered wildly while shouting the the ogre’s name. But the children watched the ogre, were afraid, and they cried.