WhoaSo, good won out. The antediluvian, troglodytean Roy Moore was whacked out of Alamaba’s US Senate seat that he was convinced the creator of the universe had been dusting off for him.
Dems, natch, are huzzah-ing. They, as well as a number of wits and wags, are crowing that the Senate is now up for play in 2018. Woo-hoo! The crazy talk that preceded the 2016 election — you remember it, don’t you? Democrats were going to take the White House, the House and the Senate in one fell swoop — just might be starting up again.
To these highly excitable tub-thumpers I say, Please, take a Xanax™.
Not every election is going to feature a knuckle-dragging man who buys hook, line and sinker into the biblical practice of old goats spreading their seed among 14-year-old female children, who insists on courthouses being adorned with the Ten Commandments in direct contradiction to a little thing called the United States Constitution, who bashes, legally and rhetorically, Jews, women, blacks, Muslims, and anyone else who’s an iota different from him.
To be sure, the races to be run in 2018 will feature scads of males whose hearts beat as one with Moore but are smart enough not to state as much in unequivocal terms.
Li’l Duce won the White House despite (or because of) screaming about his prejudices and ignorance. Roy Moore thought that was a winning formula. It wasn’t. The hatreds, darkness, insensitivities, and willful stupidity that infest and infect far too much of this holy land are best conveyed through code and dog-whistle. President Gag is the anomaly. Tens of millions of Americans want their bigotries and authoritarianism wrapped up in pretty paper and colorful bows. They want to repress while singing about freedom. They want to hoard while bragging about the plenty available to all. They talk about equal opportunity while making sure the game remains fixed. They rhapsodize about this land as the preferred destination of the world’s peoples while striving to build a border wall and barring those with dark skin and worshippers of the wrong god from stepping foot on it.
The Democrats have a lot of work to do between now and next November.
A couple of quotes that touch me this AM:
I’m impatient with stupidity. My people have learned to live without it;
I am fearful when I see people substituting fear for reason.
The speaker: An odd fellow named Klaatu.
A Different Kind Of Gag
I’m off now to get a hose inserted into my nose and shoved down my larynx and esophagus. Yep, it’s time for my regular visit to the otolaryngologist, the cat who eyeballs the pipe that connects my face hole to my gullet to make sure no malignant tumors are growing there.
These trips to the throat guy are alternated with PET scans, a double insurance policy as it were, against any clumps of my cells getting funny ideas again.
Oh, sure, my ENT man sprays the insides of my nasal passages and throat with a powerful local anesthetic. Still, I gag every time he commences shoving.
Ah, well, it’s a small price to pay to stay alive.