Creative Clot

It is absolutely amazing as to how many articles I scan online everyday to see if there is an “off the wall” story that I can go into detail over.  I have found some bona fide ones that could use some recognition that are sort of shoved over into the far obscure corners of the internet.  Some days are successful, but most days aren’t.  I feel like I am living proof of the Star Trek Intro that ends with, “To boldly go to where no (man) one has gone before.”  The problem now is that the news stories have become saturated with gross negligence of bombastic nonsense.  These are the articles that I no longer delve into like I used to.  There was a time when I would foam at the mouth over an article about Trump rambling off course and stumbling over his words, repeating over and over a certain point a dozen times in a single paragraph.  Then there is Fox Non-News regaling in the aura of “His Munificence” and lauding over the future convict’s plans to become America’s saving Despot and rule over the Trumpublican Party.  Shane, come back!  Come back Shane, run for President!

The Republican Party is in an irrevocable and complete utter mess.  They have become FUBAR personified and there is no way out.  I hate to sound like a broken record here that keeps on skipping over the same rhetoric time and time again.  So, since no one seems to be coming up with a solution on how to rectify the situation, I will volunteer my expertise in providing them with a game plan as to how they can rehabilitate themselves. 

There are 2 for sures here:  1. My plan is absolutely foolproof and 2. They won’t like it. 

First off, I recommend they sit this one out, take the next 4 years off.  Don’t worry, unlike the “Pubs” the “Dems” are not involved with inbreeding practices, they’re worker bees who spend their D.C. moments with their sleeves rolled up and getting their fingernails dirty.  Where the “Pubs” are glory seekers, the “Dems” are grunts; Where the “Pubs” are photo-ops, the “Dems” develop work ethics: Where the “Pubs” cater to self-serving rhetoric, the “Dems” show up in hard hats and lunch pails.  Just think what they will be able to accomplish with all those “Pubs” not around taking up time and space.

Yeah, I know.  My mom always said I’m filled with “pipe dreams!”  In reality, we are screwed.  Politics has permeated everything.  The conspiracy theories that the “Far Right” have woven into the fabric of our daily lives are bombarding the rest of us and we can’t seem to install air raid shelters quick enough.  So what are our options?  This is where we need to get creative.  I have probably mentioned this a time or two, but my wife and I always carry our passports with us.  The unfortunate reality though is that we can’t go anywhere.  We are still in the middle of the pandemic of the 21st Century.  Borders are closed.  We are still wearing masks and socially distancing, that is, except Republicans.  They’ve gone back to their pre-pandemic lifestyle and are gathering for lunches in bunches.  They’re in fear of losing their 1st Amendment Rights so they are going to express themselves vehemently in the manner of the “poor me” syndrome.  That’s too bad.  For a while there, things were improving, even Dr. Fauci said we were close to turning the corner.  I am remaining optimistic, however, but I seem to have a lapse in creative thinking.  If any of you have creative thoughts, send them my way!  Stay tuned…..!

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