Flirtation and Roleplay by Nate Maxson
Getting run over by a bicycle is very eco-friendly. Long ago people used to get trampled by horses. That now has passed away. Nobody gets trampled by horses anymore, that romantic notion has left the building. For a while and into the present cars do a good job killing millions of people every single year. People still use cars because they have a death wish, they believe “it will never happen to them”. Most of them know that is true yet their version of the truth varies with whatever reality has in store for them. Bicycles as a death machine feels particularly millennial in its temperament. Nobody who is a millennial likes moving particularly fast or really enjoys owning a car. Romance starts with a bike. Long ago it was a car but people enjoy riding bikes together it is how they choose to pass their time. By biking together two people prove to be in a relatively committed relationship one that feels so absolutely real. To get run over by a bike is probably the most romantic thing this decade offers to its youthful transgressive types.
Presidents used to have class. They gave that up for tasteless taunting. Over the course of the past couple of decades the office of the President became something to be admired into something to be feared. Across the entire world people worry about the state of the US President, whether they have sound mind and body. Unfortunately the answer is really simple: they do not. For a while at least the degradation of the presidency had a certain appeal to it, through relatively charismatic individuals could at least be enjoyable to watch. Now watching the US Presidency is like watching a reality TV show that got elected to office.
One day the President will embrace the witch hunt that pursues. Witch hunts get a very bad reputation. For one, a witch hunt means a chase which means exercise. Most Presidents generally have not gotten enough in the way of exercise, they may jog and play golf but that is never enough to burn all those calories. Instead Presidents have to create enemies to chase them akin to some twisted version of flirtation. Presidents mock their enemies hoping for somebody to start following them, to even chase them. Eventually President tire, allowing their pursuers to catch them, however many years it may take.