Invasion
of the Turdscooters
I admit defeat.
I have
done my best recently, combing through the likes of Huffington Post, PolitiFact,
RawStory, On Top Magazine, and The Advocate, searching for a single Turdscooter
each week – one that floats above the rest.
But, I
have failed.
There
are simply too many, given all the Republicans announcing their ridiculous, Quixote
presidential aspirations, and the usual suspects grasping desperately for their
final fifteen minutes of fame as the Supreme Court hears arguments regarding
the constitutionality of state gay marriage bans. All their nonsense pours from
their lips like so much spoiled milk, curdling this nation’s brains while encasing
pure truth in a block of fetid news-fed cheese.
As their desperation for attention grows, so, too, does the audacity and ridiculousness of their claims and pronouncements.
As their desperation for attention grows, so, too, does the audacity and ridiculousness of their claims and pronouncements.
We have
extremists everywhere – elected officials creating ludicrous legislation in our
nation’s governmental halls, the small-minded and unenlightened acting out their
fear of people different than themselves in deed and word in various states and
on our television sets, and those misguided souls who feel deprived and
mistreated, who choose to act out in anger while missing their intended target
completely.
And
then there are those predatory sorts who take advantage of all the chaos
created by all the above.
It is about
hate. It is about fear. It is about ignorance.
It is about
greed. It is about the usefulness of
poverty.
It is about
the need to dominate. The need to
win. The need to feel superior to
others.
I throw
my hands up.
The tide
is too strong this spring.
Let
them fight each other for airtime and ratings as they jockey for position, prestige,
and renown. They are empty princes and
princesses; the kings and queens of nothing.
Let their
rage fill the void their lack of vision and education has left in its
wake. And though their howl may appear
to take up that space, it is ultimately without substance, sustaining nothing but
the egos of those who bay. For once it dissipates,
the emptiness returns, its walls now swollen, the ache and hollow all the more
apparent.
Let
them all feast on each other until, injured and weakened, one by one, they retreat
to their caves where their seething can begin anew.
It’s a
mad circus.
A
relentless invasion whose onslaught shall boil, recoil, and surge forth until
November 8th, 2016. At which
time it will merely be momentarily abated before beginning the whole process
over.
You
see, there is no resolution to this revolution.
But,
rest assured… it will be televised!
