Adoration of the Morons
Is it the bacon? There is something going on
and I wonder if there’s something in the maple-flavored
smoked bacon that’s served now in our cocktails.
The sticks of pork used to stir our margaritas, the slivers of pork rind
that are mixed in our ice-cream: there’s pork meat everywhere –
even in our cereal – just as we are taught to make Muslims feel welcome.
Something’s up. I notice now that when you disagree with someone,
it has become acceptable for them to throw a tantrum
like a 6-year-old before bedtime.
Men and women tear up if you say you don’t accept their arguments.
When you differ, they panic and strike out, like drunks used to do in old movies.
They cry, then they threaten to call their lawyers.
Demonstrators, and we’ve seen them for years, from Berkeley to the nation’s capital –
remember the Million Man March? – are attacked in the streets, pepper-sprayed
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