Part One: The Monster Is Summoned
Part One: “The Monster is Summoned”
President Trump was putting kids in cages, like a Nazi, or a Democrat, since the Democrats did exactly the same thing. But the Democrats didn’t know this, because the Democrats didn’t know much of anything, except what came down from on high. “High,” being, CNN or MSNBC, or any number of other media outlets who fed lies and disinformation to the American people, like an organ grinder with a monkey, selling miracle elixirs on the street corner.
They’d been hocking the same swill for fifty years, without a single cure. In fact, the bodies of the dead lined the inner city streets from every imaginable malady, leading the Democrats to shout “More! More! Vote for us! We care! We’ll give you more!” To anyone who actually registered a brainwave pattern, though, they knew the devil was in the details. And in this case, the devils were everywhere.
“Remember, it was a Democrat that gave us social security!” said the Democrats. Even as they failed to tell the people that social security was broke as hell. All that social security money….devoured like a great white shark feasting on a seal, leaving barely an IOU in its place. Hell! They had to borrow the money just to pay for the IOU. And the rest of the government was broke, too.
This, however, only compelled them to shout louder “More of the same! More! More! More!”
Inevitably, some Democrat would try using sleight of hand, and begin talking about deficits, which few, if any, Democrats actually understood.
“Bill Clinton left a surplus, you Nazi Republicans! Be like Bill!” shouted the protesters.
Someone might want to ask them how Bill Clinton managed to eliminate the deficit, while still doubling the debt of the nation, This caused them to stare blankly into space, as though somebody had asked them to explain the chicken and the egg conundrum. “Which came first?”
In an effort to keep the ship of state afloat, The Federal Reserve was forced to slash interest rates to zero, destroying pensions, as well as the savings of every single American, even non-Americans, as they tried to save the country from fiscal insolvency, brought on by massive government borrowing and spending. But the words “Fiscal insolvency” were too big for them to understand, so they resorted to shouting “More! More! Give us more!” It didn’t seem to matter that every damned president, for nearly a half-century had doubled the debt during their tenure in the White House, as did every Congress, no matter who was in control.
No problem! Just shout “More! More! More! Drowning out all other complaints, until they couldn’t be heard. What difference did it make anyway, since none of them understood the problem? They all knew—or they thought they knew—who was to blame. It was “Them,” not us! That’s right! It was them!”
When the flames got to close, they’d call every man, woman, or child—hell!—even a cat, rat, or dog, a fascist. They didn’t know what that meant either. But that didn’t stop them. Because their ignorance knew no bounds, which they regarded as fascistic, like national borders, which were also fascistic. This didn’t apply to Mexico, of course. Mexico could have borders. They were poor. Just not Americans, especially the ones who wanted more! “More! More! More!” So adding more people, who wanted more, only seemed logical, even if they didn’t really know how logic worked.
“If we, “The People Who Want More, find more people who want more, our problems will be solved!”
This led to calls to eliminate borders, to eliminate IDs for voting, to reduce the voting age to 16, which they were feverishly working on. To give illegal immigrants the right to vote, plus welfare, food stamps, section 8 housing, and free college tuition. To get rid of border patrol agents, because borders, and border patrol agents, weren’t nice. They wouldn’t let all those wonderful “Non-American,” Americans to just come on in, like they were doing in the country’s most populous state, California. As a finale, the Democrats would eliminate the electoral college, meaning, Democrats could win in a landslide, every single presidential election for as far as the eye could see. With no electoral college, Democrats could win two, count em, two states, New York and California, and win the whole enchilada. And, as a plus, with Californian and Mexico morphing into one big poverty-stricken state, the use of the word “Enchilada” would not be viewed as cultural appropriation. But only as long as a Hispanic or two was somewhere nearby, to give the thumbs up.
In response, the other 48 states would just have to suck it up and get on board, letting their betters make things better. Or, so they said. Minus any evidence. But who needs evidence? “Not us!” they cried in a singular voice. Then they thought for a second, (But only a second, because thinking any more than that hurt the inside of their heads.) What else was needed? “Hmm?” I know!” they shouted. “More! More! More!” That’s what’s was needed. And, like any natural disaster—a hurricane, or a monsoon, let’s say—they knew that somebody else would clean up their mess, allowing them to get more while paying no price at all.
That would be left to the rest of us.
Mark Magula
President Trump was putting kids in cages, like a Nazi, or a Democrat, since the Democrats did exactly the same thing. But the Democrats didn’t know this, because the Democrats didn’t know much of anything, except what came down from on high. “High,” being, CNN or MSNBC, or any number of other media outlets who fed lies and disinformation to the American people, like an organ grinder with a monkey, selling miracle elixirs on the street corner.
They’d been hocking the same swill for fifty years, without a single cure. In fact, the bodies of the dead lined the inner city streets from every imaginable malady, leading the Democrats to shout “More! More! Vote for us! We care! We’ll give you more!” To anyone who actually registered a brainwave pattern, though, they knew the devil was in the details. And in this case, the devils were everywhere.
“Remember, it was a Democrat that gave us social security!” said the Democrats. Even as they failed to tell the people that social security was broke as hell. All that social security money….devoured like a great white shark feasting on a seal, leaving barely an IOU in its place. Hell! They had to borrow the money just to pay for the IOU. And the rest of the government was broke, too.
This, however, only compelled them to shout louder “More of the same! More! More! More!”
Inevitably, some Democrat would try using sleight of hand, and begin talking about deficits, which few, if any, Democrats actually understood.
“Bill Clinton left a surplus, you Nazi Republicans! Be like Bill!” shouted the protesters.
Someone might want to ask them how Bill Clinton managed to eliminate the deficit, while still doubling the debt of the nation, This caused them to stare blankly into space, as though somebody had asked them to explain the chicken and the egg conundrum. “Which came first?”
In an effort to keep the ship of state afloat, The Federal Reserve was forced to slash interest rates to zero, destroying pensions, as well as the savings of every single American, even non-Americans, as they tried to save the country from fiscal insolvency, brought on by massive government borrowing and spending. But the words “Fiscal insolvency” were too big for them to understand, so they resorted to shouting “More! More! Give us more!” It didn’t seem to matter that every damned president, for nearly a half-century had doubled the debt during their tenure in the White House, as did every Congress, no matter who was in control.
No problem! Just shout “More! More! More! Drowning out all other complaints, until they couldn’t be heard. What difference did it make anyway, since none of them understood the problem? They all knew—or they thought they knew—who was to blame. It was “Them,” not us! That’s right! It was them!”
When the flames got to close, they’d call every man, woman, or child—hell!—even a cat, rat, or dog, a fascist. They didn’t know what that meant either. But that didn’t stop them. Because their ignorance knew no bounds, which they regarded as fascistic, like national borders, which were also fascistic. This didn’t apply to Mexico, of course. Mexico could have borders. They were poor. Just not Americans, especially the ones who wanted more! “More! More! More!” So adding more people, who wanted more, only seemed logical, even if they didn’t really know how logic worked.
“If we, “The People Who Want More, find more people who want more, our problems will be solved!”
This led to calls to eliminate borders, to eliminate IDs for voting, to reduce the voting age to 16, which they were feverishly working on. To give illegal immigrants the right to vote, plus welfare, food stamps, section 8 housing, and free college tuition. To get rid of border patrol agents, because borders, and border patrol agents, weren’t nice. They wouldn’t let all those wonderful “Non-American,” Americans to just come on in, like they were doing in the country’s most populous state, California. As a finale, the Democrats would eliminate the electoral college, meaning, Democrats could win in a landslide, every single presidential election for as far as the eye could see. With no electoral college, Democrats could win two, count em, two states, New York and California, and win the whole enchilada. And, as a plus, with Californian and Mexico morphing into one big poverty-stricken state, the use of the word “Enchilada” would not be viewed as cultural appropriation. But only as long as a Hispanic or two was somewhere nearby, to give the thumbs up.
In response, the other 48 states would just have to suck it up and get on board, letting their betters make things better. Or, so they said. Minus any evidence. But who needs evidence? “Not us!” they cried in a singular voice. Then they thought for a second, (But only a second, because thinking any more than that hurt the inside of their heads.) What else was needed? “Hmm?” I know!” they shouted. “More! More! More!” That’s what’s was needed. And, like any natural disaster—a hurricane, or a monsoon, let’s say—they knew that somebody else would clean up their mess, allowing them to get more while paying no price at all.
That would be left to the rest of us.
Mark Magula