By
David Gottfried
Politics getting you down ? Relax. Just remember what John Lennon said in “Strawberry Fields Forever,” “Nothing is real.” America is not convulsed in political confrontations. What may appear to be grown ups with their dukes up is nothing but the antics of little children.
The January Insurrectionists: Do you remember the Qanon Shaman who wore no jacket, no shirt but adorned himself in the furs of different animals. He was just a jolly boy having fun playing Davey Crockett. Years ago, there was a Davey Crockett show on TV and little boys imitated Davey Crocket by wearing a hat with some kind of animal fur. (I have no ideas what sort of animal fur Davey Crockett wore and what fur was attached to the boys’ Davey Crockett hats. I grew up in a Brooklyn, New York apartment house and the only animals I knew were dogs and cats, roaches and rats.)
Drag queens, on gay pride parades, can’t decide whether they are Carmen Miranda or Queen Victoria and seem to be competing to be the sickest exhibit A in Sigmund Freud’s house of sexual perversions. (I know. You think I am being homophobic. However, I am gay. If a gay person is not allowed to freely discuss the sort of people who populate a good part of his life, then political correctness is as bad as Republican lunatics say)
Straight guys like Paul Gosar compose cartoons which depict him executing AOC.
The Pillsbury Doughboy of Middle America, Kyle Rittenhouse, wants to show Daddy that he’s a big tough boy who can kill people.
At political rallies frequented by leftist Democrats, the crowd has a particular way of cheering that makes them sound like a gaggle of 10-year-old girls. Their cheers are high-pitched and never sound the least bit spontaneous. They sound sweet in the way artificial sweeteners are sweet. Their artificial flavor derives from the tendency of the old women, attending such rallies, to pretend to be young women and the tendency of some men to adopt a high-pitched voice to conform to the girls. Of course, such doleful cheering is a needed respite from the faux military flavor of the ubiquitous, BORING lesbians who bang drums and the speakers, drenched in gold bullion, who keep telling us that because they are liberals they love the poor.
At political rallies frequented by Republicans, grown men become as disciplined as lederhosen-wearing members of the Hitler-Jugend, obediently shouting “lock her up” whenever the Fuhrer says.
When Democrats fight, they usually seem to lose as they always seem to be playing the part of the elementary school sad sack who always got kicked in the ass. Perhaps they always want to be Charlie Brown getting ridiculed by the Lucy of the Peanuts Comics Strip
Lucy of course is all grown up and has become Marjory Tayor Green. Of course, since she hasn’t been put in an insane asylum yet, Marjory Taylor Green has to be 7 years old as only little children and psychotics believe that there have been fires in the Southwest because big bad Jews, operating lasers from outer space, set the fires (How did we get to outer space? By using Jewish broom sticks. Why do we want to set fires ? To get the gold underneath the trees ?)