Lake of Bullshit

When we finally reached the base of the cliff I saw a sight I had truly never wanted to see. It was a giant lake of shit. Faulkner explained on the way down that we were now entering the primary watery nexus or simply the four lakes. The first lake was the one we had just passed by, which was fed by a river of oil that was also filled with sinners. That oil went out into the other lakes to keep thinks liquidy. The three remaining lakes were made from the shit of a bull, the shit of a pig, and the third was dirt and shit mixed together. We were currently standing next to the lake of bullshit and you can pretty much guess what the people swimming in it were there for. Along the shore line were crowds of people wandering around aimlessly and Faulkner motioned for us to make our descent towards them. I studied the people in the lake of bull crap as walked alongside and noticed a lot of politicians in there. Bush cabinet officials like Karl Rove and John Ashcroft were doing backstrokes in feces. They almost looked peaceful until one of the Kennedy's would swim by and drag them under. "How many people are underneath the surface, in relation to people up here?" I asked. "Well, you have to keep in mind that most of the politicians you see are on the surface because even though they spouted out tons of bullshit, they never fully believed it. The people at the bottom of the lake? The ones who never see the surface? Those are people who actually believe their own bullshit. A lot of actors and musicians end up down there. Rappers and all that kinda stuff. Um, lets see...most of the cast of Friends, a couple of reporters from E. I don't know, no one worth remembering," Faulkner said. I nodded and we proceeded down towards shoreline where the river of oil met the three lakes of shit.