It’s a deliberate ploy and at present the MAGA GOP is winning the game of Chicken Little politics, not only in Washington, District of Crazy, but in nearly every GOP-controlled statehouse, county courthouse, city hall, school board, library board and coffee klatch across the land.
Instead of doing the work of the American people, they’re shooting themselves in the foot, screaming to high heaven they’re victims of assault and that the people who said, “now- waidaminnit … I saw ’em pull the trigger all by deyselves,” are vindictive liars who are persecuting them.
As expected, the new and exciting made-for-TV spectacular “Trump Part Doh!” is a massive hit, with so much going on no one knows where to look or how to react. No matter where you stand, when the sky’s falling, ain’t nobody what be safe.
The truth is, the sky ain’t falling, it’s just a fragment of our imagination. MAGA read the book and gathered the acorns. And they been huckin’ their nuts from behind the safety of their sturdy fences ever since … “thunk” – ow! “DEI …” “bang!” -augh! “only two sexes!” ping!” -ugh! “Only one God!”
And them what be lobbing them acorns, them liberty-loving patriots, express their ire bravely at we, endowed with umbrellas, who are impervious to their silly stupidity.
“You’re a consummate weakling, liberal, and disgustingly sinful un-American degenerate,” Jackson Stonewall wrote me this evening.
I can’t be sure, but I do have a feeling this is the same brave hero who warned me a few days ago that I better start writing nice things about Trump, because Trump’s defenders are coming, and he’ll be pointing me out! My goodness, such bravery! Give this man a meddle!
“Why Stonejack Walston, whatever may I have done to offend you?” I replied. “And by what rationale do you conclude these conjectures? Why, you’ve torn my heart, son, I am remorseful and abject — gutted like a fish! I quiver at your feet and I beg for understanding … Why don’t you come over that we might discuss as neighbors your silly aspersions? Tell me when that I might clean you off a chair and have an additional cup for our coffee. I look forward to meeting you, Stonejerk Walmart!”
I can’t be sure … do I sound sincere?