Tyranny

I am starting to get the feeling that there is cosmic, karmic, or divine justice in this time. During the most formidable global crisis in our lifetimes, America is led by the ignorant, intemperate embodiment of the “id.” Unrestrained, unchained and completely lacking any semblance of empathy, “our president” spins and snarls like the Tasmanian Devil in the Bugs Bunny cartoons. He snorts and spits, blusters his way through his press conferences which should be sober and somber status reports but instead are clear demonstrations of his unfitness for the serious office which he holds. After he reads off canned remarks provided by the moral monsters that stand behind him, Miller, Javanka, he picks and chooses the sound bites he would like to put out into the universe, carelessly ad libbing his way around statistics that used to mean something to everyone. Instead the numbers are manipulated, massaged to show something other than the obvious malfeasance and incompetence of an entire administration. Yet still, despite the obviousness of the malpractice of the administration of government there are those who believe that he speaks for them, the little guy, the blue collar worker, the college dropout, the members of flyover nation, who feel protected by carrying guns when it’s masks that would do the job for this challenge.

It is the ultimate “librul,” “I-told-you-so” moment, and the consequence couldn’t be greater. The fighters of freedom, so-called patriots, who stand side by side, heaving thousands of copies of a deadly, endlessly replicating virus, into the ether for their “comrades-in-arms” to…