With the Boris breeze at his back, Trump will now shift to a
weekly schedule of hiss rallies. The
avid lemmings of his proudly doleful precariate will be howling and braying
their anthems to him, shivering in onanistic release as they bend the knee to
his fiery masturbatory rhetoric.
This is the same pathos that demagogues bring to all the
nations who give up on the standards, norms and laws of their societies and
governance. The U.S. came close to this
in the 30s (Father Coughlin, et al) and 50s (Belly Gunner Joe McCarthy and his
HUAC), but we never actually bit the apple.
Maybe we had more guts back then.
We sure had enough guts to make the sacrifices and fight the battles of
WW II. I don’t remember looking around to discover a loud mouth savior, snake
oil salesman to provide for the solutions.
We didn’t seek the enervation of post-orgasmic thrill from the rants and
whining of a man-child poseur. We still
had pride and shame, which cannot be found among the lemmings and their Pied
Piper.
To my fellow citizens in the doleful precariate: You will
have a bill to pay that you won’t be able to put on your plastic card. The bill will be to cover all the costs your
cheers and braying cover now. And it
will cover the loss of your independence.
That’s the truth that hides behind baseball caps and T-shirts.
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