The chickens have come home to roost.
In the the violence that is bred by heated politics or the heated politics that
are bred by violence, conspiracies are never out of the queston. If there isn't
one, somebody will invent it. In this latest Trumpian kerfluffle, some questions
abrupt even to a minimally interested onlooker: Why did two Secret Service agents
rush past the President and whisk the Vice-President to safety while two other
agents fumbled an unsteady POTUS to his knees and unceremoniously drag him
off in a different direction;
How did an "active shooter" go unnoticed behind the
sentries posted at the front door of the hotel and get in a gunfight with the next
level of security and then turn and flee without a scratch?
Why did the guys at
the front door not turn around and draw their guns until the "shooter" ran past them?
for all the shooting, why was there so little blood?
And why in this "Golden Age"
when you can get plugged by a lawman for reaching for your ID, did this moron
not even merit a rear naked choke when he was taken down?
Three hold you down,
three kick you, remember?
This fellow makes Stephen King a prophet. Dead Zone
must be his favorite movie; Although, here wasn't a single there baby to hold up as a shield
The idea that a law-abiding, moral and highly educated man abruptly opts to kill a
future destroyer for the benefit of the world is a popular one in literary fiction
and in movies.
Rational?
No.
More and more individuals are in the grip of this delusion, although some are just looking
for revenge for past abuse endured or imagined. Any pettyslight real or imagined
now justifies a thick-skin extreme. The trauma that these lunatics have endured put the
most dedicated "shrink" to sleep.
Our leaders are out saving what cannot be saved, while this country's being ravaged by
earth, rain, wind and fire - not the group, but the real things, the elements.
You can hardly call that ugly looking thing Mariah spiraling down on you from the
squall line.
Some actually believe that the salvation of mankind will come from
the stars. That has always been our M.O. Eat, kill or burn, chop and uproot around
the nest that we build to carry out our worst delusions, and when we extinguish the
resources within an accessible distance, we move on to another venue with fresh bounty
to spoil.
If the "Higher Powers" that we once believed were able to cajole us into
acting like the human beings that we were created to
be see the mess that we've made of the planet, they won't us let
leave. At least until we clean this mess up.
The One God that Christians appropriated from the Jews has not always been generous.
He turned "The Tower" into a Pandora's Box of incompatible personalities,
because man was headed for self-exaltation; but man thrives on chaos: another face on
the mountain; more jargon to explain the meaningless; the nomenclature of an institution
that does not produce anything visible, like religion.
Still the same questions persist.
Who and what are we? Why are we here? Where are we going? Why do we pretend that we
understand the rantings of madmen? Who's buried in Grant's tomb?
How the fuck should I know?