It seems we are developing a huge menagerie of sorts right here in our nation's capital. Led by an alleged sociopath whose tortured attempts to smile reveal his lack of empathy or sympathy or understanding of the emotions of normal people, we are running the gamut of animal games.
Every day we play the game of chicken as the large elephant in the room stomps around, insisting on his way or threatening to take his marbles and go home. Never mind the harm that this step would bring upon constituents, for power is the name of the game and the ultimate aim.
The mules in the room, the asses and the mules who follow this elephant, go along with all the stomping and stamping of this elephant due to the fright he induces in them, needlessly so. They are sterile mules, finding it impossible to create anything on and of their own, only following the demented elephant at the head of the circus train.
But we are not done here with our zoo. In this zoo we have foxes and hens and don't those foxes love to get into the henhouse and they sure do. And then they play games of chicken with all the occupants of the coop, and if one chicken or another seems to be overcoming the foxes, why GULP!, there he goes, right down the gullets of the foxes and much to the amusement of the elephants and mules.
And so our own version of Animal Farm has turned rotten, just as it did in the novel by Orwell.
We have allowed the loudest and the most stubborn and incompetent animals of the farm to take over. We increase the scope of the 'game' by playing chicken with the rest of the world, with the very planet itself, as we allow it to go to rack and ruin. Never mind the consequences is the motto. Susan Collins, whose vote enabled the alleged sexual pervert Kavanaugh to attain a seat on the Supreme Court says she does what she thinks is right and never mind the consequences. Well, maybe she needs a new definition of what is right and the importance of consequences. But this will never happen on this Farm or with the conglomeration of these particular animals.
Yet another Secretary bites the dust, finding it even too much for him Another aide is asked to leave. No one but other demented extremists want these constantly opening job positions, and in the meanwhile, the country and the world spin in ever tightening circles in the eddy of incompetence, corruption, ineptness, and sheer nastiness.
Perhaps it is time to get rid of these particular animals. Vote them out, encircle them and diminish their power, obtain information which should rightly have been obtainable before, open it to the public and for heaven's sake, let the crumbs fall where they may and prosecute each and every violator of the law. No one is above the law. Indicted criminals should not be allowed to run. Perverts should not be allowed to run. Madmen should be screened out and a must of an open and impartial examination of the mental and physical health of an incoming President or even the candidates should be mandatory.
It is said that we reap what we sow. We have sown many seeds and reaped crops of troubles, of woes, of dissension and possibly even war, open and nuclear, should Putin and Trump go at each other, threaten more, as their alleged unholy alliance during the campaign goes sour. We need new farmers, a new Farmer Grey - remember the cartoon - and we need it now, but we must make sure that the replacement farmer understands the responsibilities of the office, its demands and the ultimate consumer of all the policies of these farm animals-us, the citizens, the residents of this country. And the world.
And in the meanwhile, till this happens, if it happens, may the good Lord watch over us with benign eyes and a caring heart.
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