By David Glenn Cox
“Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.”
― Niccolò Machiavelli
An Arizona Republican Senate Candidate portrays himself in a video, as an Old West Sheriff, in a shootout with the bad guys. He’s been taken to task, one of those bad guys he’s shooting at is Gabby Gifford’s husband. But Tic Toc – short attention span theater. Put on a show for the bumpkins before you try and sell em, the patent medicine. Gypsies, Tramps and Republicans! We hear it from the people of the town.
Why, if you elect me as your Junior Senator from Arizona. I’m gonna clean house!!! “Jetson! You’re fired!” Boy, oh boy, just wait until they get a load of me! Just you wait, until I get to Washington! I’m gonna punch and bite and kick and teach Nancy Pelosi and Joe Biden, a lesson they won’t soon forget! Fire and brimstone, but not a lot of pie filling, between the whipped cream and the crust.
But I wouldn’t dream of trying to tell them how to run their political Party. I just observe and snicker to myself from a distance. They know their audience, much better than I do. So, when Twump played videos of himself fighting Mexican wrestling dummies in his best Pro-Wrestling style – that’s his audience. Those easily amused and easily distracted. Action movie fans, “Drop a Bomb on him Captain America!”
Republican Madison Cawthorn! You’ve just been elected to Congress. What are you going to do next? “I’m going to Hitler’s house!” Picture yourself in a strange world, another dimension. You awake to find yourself inside of a political party, where it’s not just okay to visit Hitler’s house. But it’s okay, to make it your first stop over. That must have been on Maddie’s bucket list for a long time. Remember that whinny kid on student council? “Mrs. Glotfelty, you forgot to give us our homework, and it’s Friday!” Yeah him.
But the North Carolina Elections board said that his opponents can use a Civil War era law, against participating in an insurrection to eliminate Cawthorn from the upcoming ballot. The show was sold out, as Cawthorn began, “You’ll be sorry! You can’t do this to me! I’m the King of the forest and I’ll sue. Why, when I’m through with you there won’t be enough left of you to put in a fairy thimble!” That’s why Marshall guitar amps volume knob goes up to 11, that’s much louder than 10. But the ruling still stands.
Maddie has himself photographed in full hunting regalia. A man in a wheelchair, rolling through the woods at four AM hunting rifle across his arm rests or hunting from a tree stand. Roll very quietly now, remember, we’re deer hunting. That’s what his audience expects! A Republican without a gun or a deer stand? Unheard of! Selling the macho fantasy to the hoosters from Hoboken. “And if elected, I’ll paint Air force One to look just like the General Lee man, from The Dukes of Hazard. Confederate Flag en all!” Anyone know the physics of firing a high-powered rifle, from a wheeled chair?
It doesn’t have to make sense; it just has to be repeatable. “Lock her up!” or “Red Solo Cup.” Keep it simple and don’t worry. They won’t ever ask why she’s never been locked up. Like “Wagon Train,” it just keeps going and going and going, and never does get to the promised land. It’s just one more grievance on the pile, for the party of grievances and piles.
Richard Nixon’s silent majority, Reagan’s are you better off now? And now, Twump’s “get your gun Jethro, the Mexicans are coming!” The simplistic world view, I heard a Republican whining on Facebook about the Covid tests that Joe Biden bought! Apparently, they have found several stealth Covid cases in the last few days, that did not show up on the test, “All that money wasted! All those precious dollars wasted, and for nothing!!! Damn you, Joe Biden! With never a thought to what January 6th cost. Or is costing or will eventually cost.
“Oh, That! Just political nonsense man. Nancy Pelosi trying to make a big deal out of it!” Those aren’t the droids that you’re looking for. “Who are you going to believe? Me or your own lying eyes? Vacationers, tourists, patriots’ yeah patriots! Attacked the Capitol chanting, “Hang Mike Pence,” but now you’re telling me…that it never happened?
The political party that doesn’t trust science, doesn’t trust history or literature either. “Romeo and Juliet,” there’s a real piece of trash for you. Disobedient, disrespectful children fighting in street gangs with murders, teen sex and teen suicide. I vote “No.”
It becomes like a dog chasing its tail. And it’s nearly impossible to tell, if the tail winning or the dog is just starting to make his move and catch up. “And they’ve got books over in that Library, with all sorts of bad ideas in them! Words everyone! Words like you’ve never heard before! They want to turn your children into homosexuals!” Why? “Never mind why! They just do! That’s why they put those books in the library in the first place! Because it is the worst thing, we can think of to change your children into. If we thought Zombie’s would work, we would say, they want to turn your kids into Zombies!”
Recently, I read about “Furries.” Once upon a time in the magical land of Republicanville. Liberals came and tried to tell us how to run the schools. Little boys could now use the little girl’s restroom if he wants too. Little boys can join the little girls track team if he wants too. Lord in heaven, can Armageddon be far off now? Look at what those Liberal judges have done to us! What’s next for us Lord? What other indignity, must we be forced to endure Lord? Before you arrive and take over?
So, the Republican media dreams up “Furries” and the bumpkins believe it, hook line and sinker. From the pages of National Enquirer, straight to you. The idea is that, now that boys and girls can use each other’s restrooms. A third lifestyle choice has arisen among the Elementary school population. From the: Sure, they’ll believe anything you say file, if you say it long enough. It’s the tragic plight of young children, so confused by Liberalism. That they now wish to live as cats and urinate and poop in a litter box in the hallway. And of course, the Liberal public-school establishment, is good with that.
“Hurry up, you’re not the only one who needs to use the litter box, you know!” A simplistic approach to life that allows them to believe whatever it is that they like, and not to be encumbered by any relevant or persistent details. Teachers forced to buy their own chalk are not about to shell out for cat litter. And school janitors are not about to clean twenty-five litter boxes every day.
The furry children rub up against the teachers’ legs to let her know when they are hungry. Then jump up on a shelf by the window in the sun to take a quick nap, purring quietly. They had to call the fire department when the “furry” children wouldn’t come down from a tree after recess.
“Those who can make you believe absurdities; can make you commit atrocities.”
― Voltaire
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