[ WP ] The presidential race as we all know is fake and akin to wrestling , yet the fans always play along and love getting into it despite knowing it is scripted ... well everyone but you .

There comes a time in your life, a landmark, a checkpoint, when you learn certain things. Santa isn ’ t real. Check. The Sun is a star. Check. The miracle of birth. Check. 
 
 And, it ’ s kind of the rest of the world ’ s responsibility to teach that to you, isn ’ t it? I mean, if I grew up not knowing Santa was fictional, whose fault would that be? Is it mine for not knowing? Or is it the world ’ s for not telling 
 me? 
 
 It ’ s the world, right? 
 
 Right? 
 
 So, when I found out the truth about politics, well… 
 Well, just read: 
 
 It was sometime around February. I rest my arm on the office water cooler, sipping from my disposable, conical paper cup. My co-worker, Tim, had just walked up to the cooler, looking to refresh himself as well. My mind was still reeling from the previous night ’ s Presidential debate. I used to let myself get rather invested in politics. 
 
 Eager to discuss the last night ’ s events, I decided to strike up a conversation, “ You watch the debates last night? ” 
 
 “ Huh? ” Tim said, pulling a cup from the dispenser. “ Oh, I don ’ t watch that stuff. ” 
 
 “ Really? ” I crumpled my cup and tossed it in the wastebasket. “ I think Crumpson has some pretty good points, but he ’ s just too angry. ” 
 
 “ Heh, ” Tim chuckled. “ Yeah, never got into that stuff, ” he gulped his water. 
 
 *That stuff? * I thought. He said it twice. *Stuff? * 
 
 “ Government? ” I asked for clarification. Tim was always rather vocal about his opinions regarding world events. 
 
 “ Heh. That ’ s not real government. I took government in high school and college, ” Tim smirked and tossed his cup away as well “ And that ain ’ t it. ” 
 
 “ It ’ s… I mean, it ’ s the debate part of government. It ’ s a big portion of it, though. ” 
 
 “ Come on, ” Tim smiled. “ Seriously? ” His smile slowly faded into a look of concern. “ You *know* that stuff ’ s not real, right? All that stuff up there? ” 
 
 *Stuff* 
 
 “ What *stuff? * ” I asked. 
 
 “ You think all this stuff is real? This Professional Politics stuff? ” Tim ’ s smiled returned, but now out of disbelief. 
 
 “ I mean… ” I paused. Tim wasn ’ t one to play pranks. 
 
 “ Rick! ” Tim leaned over Rick ’ s cubicle and pounded his palm on the cut out picture of Rick ’ s dream girl, the model Rick found in a magazine. “ Guess who thinks Politics is real. ” 
 
 “ Haha, ” Rick slid backward in his chair and looked at me. “ Seriously? ” 
 
 “ Heh…, ” I scratched the back of my head and shifted my weight. The water cooler glugged, in my defense. 
 
 “ No way! ” Rick held his fist to his mouth, poorly muffling his laughter, another hyena to pick at the wounded critter.. 
 
 “ Are you… are you guys being… ” I stammered. 
 
 “ Here, I ’ m on Wikipedia, ” Tim said, holding his phone high. “ ’ Professional politics, ( colloquially abbreviated to pro politics or politics ) is a form of entertainment based on a fictionalized, highly exaggerated portrayal of a government. [ 1 ] Taking the form of live events held by touring promotions, it portrays a unique style of government based on a combination of adopted styles, which include pandering, mudslinging, various forms of promoting or forcing one's own political views among people, negotiation with other political subjects, making laws, and exercising force, including warfare against adversaries. Various forms of weaponry are sometimes used. ’ There you go. ‘ fictionalized. ’ ” 
 
 “ My nephew doesn ’ t even think it ’ s real, ” Rick laughed. 
 
 “ Look, ” Tim angled his body so I could read his screen as well. 
 
 “ I see it, I see it, ” I said, as my face turned a nice hue of maroon. “ Then… how are laws and stuff made? ” 
 
 “ Congress and the Supreme Court, ” said Tim. “ The boring stuff! ” 
 
 “ This is sad! ” Rick laughed. “ How old are you? ” I ignored the question. 
 
 “ Hold on, ” a voice shouted from behind me. Amanda, another co-worker, had overheard the conversation and decided to join in. “ They ’ re still hard performers. It might not be real, but they ’ re up there every day, busting their butts for our enjoyment. ” 
 
 “ They… They ’ re being serious? ” I said, looking to Amanda. “ These guys aren ’ t joking with me? ” 
 
 “ Well, of course it ’ s not real, but was the Kennedy assassination real? No, but it still was entertaining. People still talk about it. Was Bush real? No, but it was a way to take out our anger for eight years. That ’ s all it really for. ” 
 
 “ It ’ s for dumb people, ” Rick smiled. “ Dumb people to get angry over shit that doesn ’ t matter. ” 
 
 “ It ’ s a form of entertainment, ” Amanda said. 
 
 “ This… ” I sat down. “ This actually makes a lot more sense. ” 

