For those of us living under the bombs, the American election is hardly the political spectacle we're expected to celebrate.
We couldn't give two hoots about which party wins the election with a method that has perfected the art of creating the illusion of choice while keeping the machinery of imperialism intact.
Choosing between two horse manures that smell the same is not democracy. And to expect us to applaud for smelling a little less offensive is frankly insulting.
The people who vote are told that they decide the future of their country, while the mechanism that determines whose lives, their countries are bombed, their land is occupied and their suffering is funded by the American taxpayers operates far beyond their reach.
And spare us the excitement from the Democrats. Didn't Obama bomb weddings in Yemen? Didn't Biden arm and defend the genocide in Gaza while Israel carried out its campaign of ethnic cleansing in Lebanon?
Apparently, we're supposed to develop selective amnesia every four years, pick our favorite shade of American imperialism, and celebrate when the so-called lesser evil wins.
Forgive us if we are not emotionally invested.
When your foreign policy is someone's funeral, your democracy is someone else's nightmare.
We are certainly not obliged to celebrate the electoral elections of an empire that continues to choose us as its targets.
Tushtona is back.