Hunting For Witches
Hunting For Witches
Seldom have so many liars, thugs, and reprobates, been gathered together in one place, as is the case with Washington politicians. Finding out which ones are the bad ones, won’t be easy. Forgiveness abounds, but only for the favored ones. Everyone else can go to hell, literally. If a politician is liked by the press, he or she could rape a small barnyard animal with nary a complaint. But, if a politician is disliked, there will be no sin too small, to go unnoticed. Meanwhile, the favored ones can line their pockets with cash handed out by every cretin on earth, and the press will just shrug and say “What?”
This is not new. It is human nature.
People will say “You’re always giving a pass to Donald Trump.” My answer is, “No, I’m not.” I simply don’t care that Donald Trump bragged about grabbing women in their private region. Or, that he’s sometimes rude and crude. What man, isn’t? Every man I’ve ever known, made similar brags, with very few exceptions. And those exceptions were not the men I patterned myself after.
Does this make me bad?
No! It makes me a man. Having said that, I’m not some Hollywood scumbag with a billion dollars, raping women, masturbating into potted plants in front of them, using women as hookers, who clearly, aren’t hookers, as was the case with mega-mogul, Harvey Weinstein. The man beloved by all the big-name, super-celebs, because they were too damned scared to say “Boo!” in Harvey’s general direction. So, these celebs preached tolerance for those they liked. Everyone else was a target for their selective wrath, their self-righteous indignation.
Neither am I, Kevin Spacey, harassing every boy-child within my reach, making life, for heterosexuals and homosexuals, alike, miserable, regardless of their sexual orientation.
I’m not some celeb who’s been married 42 times, to 47 different women, men, and whatever other, carbon-based life-form they’ve come in contact with. I am just a man, like literally, billions of other men. Don’t try and make me over. I’m satisfied with my lot in life. And, if you don’t like it—too, damned bad because I’m a man.
I just read about some Republican who allegedly made sexual overtures to some young girl, nearly 40 years ago. No statute of limitations there.
Did Kevin Spacey get a statute of limitations? According to a number of other celebs, Spacey was and is, still engaging in deep, deep sleazeball behavior, including pedophilia. In this particular case, what began decades ago, never ended. Which, in no way, excuses this Republican, if he’s guilty. The fact that he’s a Republican, is guilt enough, I guess. If he is guilty, drive him from our midst, I say. Be sure, though.
Who am I kidding?
The witch-finders have been unleashed. They are everywhere and their hunger for power has started a feeding frenzy. There are lot’s and lots’ of witch-finders—far fewer witches. Give it time, though, and we’ll have all the witches in the world. A world full of witches, with a never-ending supply of scapegoats, just ready for the slaughter.
You can’t put the genie back in the bottle—and you can’t put the blood back in the vein, no matter how hard you try—you just bleed out.
Busta’ Crab
Seldom have so many liars, thugs, and reprobates, been gathered together in one place, as is the case with Washington politicians. Finding out which ones are the bad ones, won’t be easy. Forgiveness abounds, but only for the favored ones. Everyone else can go to hell, literally. If a politician is liked by the press, he or she could rape a small barnyard animal with nary a complaint. But, if a politician is disliked, there will be no sin too small, to go unnoticed. Meanwhile, the favored ones can line their pockets with cash handed out by every cretin on earth, and the press will just shrug and say “What?”
This is not new. It is human nature.
People will say “You’re always giving a pass to Donald Trump.” My answer is, “No, I’m not.” I simply don’t care that Donald Trump bragged about grabbing women in their private region. Or, that he’s sometimes rude and crude. What man, isn’t? Every man I’ve ever known, made similar brags, with very few exceptions. And those exceptions were not the men I patterned myself after.
Does this make me bad?
No! It makes me a man. Having said that, I’m not some Hollywood scumbag with a billion dollars, raping women, masturbating into potted plants in front of them, using women as hookers, who clearly, aren’t hookers, as was the case with mega-mogul, Harvey Weinstein. The man beloved by all the big-name, super-celebs, because they were too damned scared to say “Boo!” in Harvey’s general direction. So, these celebs preached tolerance for those they liked. Everyone else was a target for their selective wrath, their self-righteous indignation.
Neither am I, Kevin Spacey, harassing every boy-child within my reach, making life, for heterosexuals and homosexuals, alike, miserable, regardless of their sexual orientation.
I’m not some celeb who’s been married 42 times, to 47 different women, men, and whatever other, carbon-based life-form they’ve come in contact with. I am just a man, like literally, billions of other men. Don’t try and make me over. I’m satisfied with my lot in life. And, if you don’t like it—too, damned bad because I’m a man.
I just read about some Republican who allegedly made sexual overtures to some young girl, nearly 40 years ago. No statute of limitations there.
Did Kevin Spacey get a statute of limitations? According to a number of other celebs, Spacey was and is, still engaging in deep, deep sleazeball behavior, including pedophilia. In this particular case, what began decades ago, never ended. Which, in no way, excuses this Republican, if he’s guilty. The fact that he’s a Republican, is guilt enough, I guess. If he is guilty, drive him from our midst, I say. Be sure, though.
Who am I kidding?
The witch-finders have been unleashed. They are everywhere and their hunger for power has started a feeding frenzy. There are lot’s and lots’ of witch-finders—far fewer witches. Give it time, though, and we’ll have all the witches in the world. A world full of witches, with a never-ending supply of scapegoats, just ready for the slaughter.
You can’t put the genie back in the bottle—and you can’t put the blood back in the vein, no matter how hard you try—you just bleed out.
Busta’ Crab