What follows is a political analogy or metaphor for the United States of America, 2025.
Imagine a group of affable but extremely unintelligent college friends is about to attend a bourbon tasting.
Suddenly the school’s star quarterback asks to join. He’s witty, flattering and confident. He seems like he’ll make a fun addition to the party so the friends ask him to tag along.
On the way to the party the quarterback is in top form, cutting hilarious jokes, flirting with the ladies, charming and debonair. The party-goers love his ass.
Suddenly he says without irony: “Check it out, I’m going to replace the bourbon with piss. It will be hilarious.” And his eyes gleam a bit crazily.
The friends ignore it as a random outburst. Surely this guy is just making a joke.
As they get out of the car and enter the party, the quarterback reveals a large jar of a yellowish liquid with a cloudy appearance and says, “I’m going to go replace the bourbon with piss now, excuse me.”
Someone overhears this and goes, “What the fuck, bro?”
The friend group waves it off and says “He’s not putting piss into the bottles. It’s just a joke. He likes to shock people. Don’t overreact.”
After this, the party’s host begins preparing to serve the bourbon. Without warning, the star quarterback strides up to him and puts a gun to his head. “Give me that bottle,” he demands.
He then opens the bottle and turns it upside down, leering wickedly as the expensive liquor pours all over the concrete floor. When he’s finished he turns the bottle up and begins filling it with his yellowish jar using a funnel.
“None of you are at a bourbon-tasting anymore, you stuck-up clowns,” he chuckles. “This is now a piss-tasting. Come near me while I’m filling this up and I’ll blow you away.”
The friend group, incredulous, says “He‘s not really going to make us drink piss. You just don’t understand what he’s doing. He likes us, I’m sure this will work out for the best.”
The quarterback finishes filling the bottle and announces “Step up, gents and ladies! You’re all finally getting what you deserve!”
The friend group says “It’s no big deal, we can just leave the party and not drink the piss.”
Then the quarterback cackles, pulls a college girl up to the front with his gun to her head, pours her a glass and commands: “Drink.”
Then he proceeds to do that for the whole party. As the friend group gets in line for their glasses of pure piss, they shrug and say “Well, there’s nothing we could have done.”