Splash of the Titans

A little background for the ign'ant.
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Far above Flyover Country, the gods enjoyed a life of power and privilege in the land of Olympus, DC.  With a mere stroke of a pen, the whims and fancies of the Olympians would become the binding law of the land below.  Some in Flyover Country sought the favor of the gods by sucking up to them.  Some sought positions of earthly power by promoting Olympic policies.  But most resented the arrogance and detachment of their so-called betters in Olympus, DC.  When the gods deemed themselves masters of healthcare reform, the mortals had finally had enough...

[MichHera Obama, Queen of Olympus] "Barack Zeussein Obama, you better listen to me!  The mortals are getting, oh, shall we say, 'uppity.'  Espescially the teapartiers.  You better put them in their place!"

[Zeussein, King of Olympus] "Hear ye, hear ye!"

[Olympians go about their day, ignoring Zeussein]

[Zeussein] "Hey!  Listen to me!"

[Joebidenus, the Olympic Court Jester] "Yo!  When Zeussein wants you to hear his lofty rhetoric or soaring whoratory, that is a big f***ing deal!  Listen up!"

[Zeussein] "My fellow Olympians, lend me your ears.  'Cuz mine are ridiculous.  The mortals in Flyover Country grow restless.  We need to crush them before they can challenge our power.  But there is an ancient artifact - a scroll called The Constitution - that contains magic words which bind our hands and limit our power.  When we are finally rid of that ancient relic, the mortals will feel the full benefit of our benevolent - yet extremely intrusive, corrupt and inefficient - rule over them."

[Olympians, in unison] "So let it be written, so let it be done!"

Meanwhile, in Flyover Country, a band of heroes keeps watchful guard over The Constitution.