Like a fly orbiting a campfire I’m so very good at voicing unpopular opinions! What the hell is wrong with me? I wisely tiptoed around politics for a couple of months. Then on a whim I tossed accumulated mellowness in the trash when invented Ralph the hapless, hopeless, powerless, pathetic hypothetical nobody. It was my vaguely optimistic shot at theorizing most government people aren’t out to subvert life, liberty, and the American way. I’m lousy at my intended role as a beam of sunshine and I (inadvertently) lit a fuse.
I’m getting discussions of German Nazi leader Adolf Eichmann in The Banality of Evil, the Devil’s advice in The Screwtape Letters, and Mr. Kurtzmann in the (rather dark) film Brazil. Holy shit. Nobody mentioned lovable barfly Cliff Claven, Ralph’s daughter’s tour with a Scorpion’s Tribute Band, or everyone’s favorite bacon eating libertarian. Target missed!
This leads me to the following conclusions:
- A nation pissed off enough to hate Ralph explains the election perfectly. It’s precisely why Captain Hairball took out a dozen suit wearing Republi-drones in Thunderdome and then went “Yuge”. A nation that thinks Ralph is evil is not a place where the Screeching Harpy / Clinton Mark II is going to get traction. The situation was not merely ripe for change but folks were desperate for release.
- I stray from squirrels at my own risk.
- This is a great time to chill out and listen to bluegrass from the Squirrel Hunters.
Therefore, as a distraction from my ineptitude, I present The Squirrel Hunters!
