DonRedwood
DonRedwood's JournalIt Was At This Moment Democracy Died.
Once upon a time Democracy was sitting on the side of the river sunning herself. It was a lovely day with Democracy. The air was clear and sunny, the water was clean and sparkled as it rushed beneath the old growth forest on the mountain.
Yes, Democracy lived in a beautiful world.
And then the Republican Scorpion crawled out from under a rock. His whisper sounded like a hiss. A testy hissy little voice that sounded like Golum, if Golum's voice had a Cuban/Canadian/Texas twang about it.
"Democracy, I need to cross the river. Can I sit on your head while you swim me across?"
Democracy laughed at the absurdness of such a request.
"Mr Scorpion, I know you. You are cruel and hateful and you will sting me and kill me!"
"No, no," twanged the Canuck, "Why would I do that? If I were on your head and stung you, you would drown and I too would die!"
And Democracy thought long and hard. In fact, she had a cup of tea while she was waiting. She gave Mr. Scorpion a cup of tea too. He drank it fast and begged for more.
Democracy thought the tea was bitter. Mr Scorpion had a second cup, and then a third.
"Well," he hissed, his black scales oily and dark in the sunshine, "Will you swim me across?"
And Democracy, thinking a nice drink of clear river water would help rinse the bad taste of the tea from her mouth, agreed.
She slipped off her robe and stepped into the brisk, fast-running river. She sank down and her lovely hair spread out around her.
"You promise you won't hurt me?" She asked as she leaned her head towards the Scorpion.
A line of drool fell from his mouth as he assured her. "No, Sweet Democracy, for I love you like no other. If you were to drown, so would I."
And so Democracy tipped her head and the Scorpion skittered on. And Democracy swam out into the river thinking she was safe, for who would hurt her if it meant their own demise?
And then the burning streak flashed across her brow. The Scorpion had stung her. Burning ripping pain flashed through her mind. And again, and again he stung. Her beautiful face began to swell and then he jammed his stinger into her eye. His poison ran down her face as she flailed and kicked in the rushing river. She screamed in pain, but then her limbs began to sink to her side. Her face was almost slipping under the water. Death was rushing forward to take her.
"But why did you do it?" She sputtered with her last breath, Her remaining beautiful blue eye glittering like a sapphire in the sun.
"Because it is my nature, Democracy. It is my nature." And he stung her in her remaining eye.
And Democracy slid to her watery grave, with the Scorpion clinging to her hair as it pulled him under.
"But I thought I would be King," he thought to himself as the darkness enveloped him as well.
And the moral to the story? Ted Cruz is a nasty piece of work. Oh, wait, I mean, the Scorpion can't help himself, because, um, like, I don't know. His brain is the size of a pinhead?
Help me out here DU...I'm not quite sure of the moral.
Stay tuned tomorrow when I retell the story of the little foxes starring Cruz, Paul and Ryan as the little foxes. Don't miss out your you'll miss them spoiling the vine!
A DU Challenge...if you dare except it.
Well, the dare part was just to pique your interest.
But here is the challenge:
There are a bunch of people hurting in this country. I would bet there is probably a hungry child within a mile of almost everyone of us. I can make a difference. You can make a difference. As a group WE can make a helluva huge difference.
So, let's do that. Let's be the people that make a difference. When you go to work tomorrow take an empty cardboard box, make a few signs and start a food drive. If you have gumption, make it a contest between sports teams, or offices. Make it something special if you can. But if you can't, then just take an empty cardboard box to work tomorrow and write "Food Drive" on the side. It doesn't matter how much you get. Two cans of food to a hungry person is a feast.
If you don't work, sweeten up your spouse into taking a box to work, get your roommates or your neighbors to take a box to school, or to church, or to the business of a friend that might have room for one little empty box.
What if just 10 of us collected a box of food! Imagine 100! Hell, I even invite all the DU Trolls to join me in this one. Your neighbors need your help too.
I promise I will do this tomorrow. Will you promise me the same?
I Have Faith That The Rat Trap Has Been Set
I love politics. I read politics every morning with coffee and every night, (once I wrestle the computer away from my partner and his Video Game--Some world building schemer where he is the king and constantly plotting to take over the world). So I consider myself knowledgeable.
Well, at least somewhat knowledgeable. I mean, compared to Fox News I'm practically the sharpest tool in the shed.
But I am the first to admit that I don't understand what President Obama is doing most of the time. He plays a very strategic chess game of politics that is so many steps ahead of the game, that I never know what the hell is going on. I'm a smart guy, and I can't figure out what his moves mean most of the time. Usually though it seems he doesn't do what I want him to do.
And it frustrates me sometimes because I don't think Obama is being aggressive enough, or linear enough, or, damnit, he's always seeming to be caving this way or that way.
But then, SUDDENLY, his rat trap snaps shut on the Republicans, and they squeal and thrash...but then there was Obamacare.
and instead of trumpeting his greatness, Obama just quietly went back to his game of chess.
And, again, another rat trap snaps shut and the Republicans are screaming and crying and gay marriage has suddenly leaped forward in a way I have been praying for and working towards since the 80s. This President, who I never in a million years would believe would become THE best President EVER for us gay peeps. If I were to ever meet the man, I think I would burst into tears at how deeply thankful I am for what he has done for me, my partner, our family.
But, my point is this: President Obama is a master politician. He beat Hillary Clinton. He won reelection even though the Republicans had spent enough to buy the seat 100 times over. His traps are long and complex and I've never seen one coming until after it was already done and over.
But it almost always starts the same way. He gives them just enough rope to hang themselves...
And so I wait to hear this current trap to snap shut. The last one kept the Senate Blue. I wonder what this next one will do.
Happy Weekend People. Thank you for the brilliant conversations during these times. It is good to know there are other smart, caring people out there who have taken the time to educate themselves. Cheers all.
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