I woke up this morning to find armies of people decrying the apocalypse which he-whose-name-will-not-be-spoken set alight last night. Normally, I would be content to let others more versed in the art undertake the rhetorical war against political wrongheadedness, rather than add redundancy to the obvious.
But we are past the point of political wrongheadedness. We have passed the point at which good people—people of integrity, honesty, love, and probity—must recognize the moral obligation to oppose this fascist bigot.*
The fact of the morning is that the Republican party has nominated, to be president, one of the most despicable human beings of the twenty-first century. Nothing I might write here for my hordes of five readers will be overkill.
The giant, candied yam behind the RNC’s podium last night will poison the United States of America, every bit as much as he has poisoned the Republican Party. Watch the turpitude with which Republican leaders strangle whatever is left of their integrity, in a craven attempt to preserve their positions and for the sake of a grotesque rationalization they call “party unity”, and you will see the future of a country that is offered a steaming bowl of Botulism Stew every morning, and eventually figures it has no choice but to eat.
Look at the forest fire that is the pickled beet’s business of the past half-century and you will see the future of a country whose every asset—material and human—is a commodity to be shoveled into the mouth of a roaring, orange furnace that has no conscience or even consciousness, but only burns, burns, burns, because that’s what furnaces do.
Consider the bile that this yammering gallbladder spews on women, on all non-Anglo races, on queer people, on the disabled, and you will see the future of a country whose every drop of humanity has been bled out, so that it, the country, has only a fierce, desperate thirst for the blood of everyone whose real lives shame its sterility.
Note the depraved incompetence with which this two-legged dung beetle speaks of the world, and you will see the future of a country for which thick-headedness, obtuse insensitivity, and boorish ineptitude bordering on lunacy become the measures of virtue. We will all be dragged into a television realm in which being an ignorant asshole is more noble than nurturing a genuine thought.
The USA is great. What has made the USA great has been its ongoing efforts to leave behind its odious past. Let’s not, for the love of all that’s holy, go back to the days when we were less great. The rallying cry that the USA must be great, again, comes from the infantile fear that one is, oneself, the biggest obstacle to the country’s even greater future.
Voting for this carrot-colored antichrist will be just that. The biggest obstacle to the country’s greater future.
———-* Kudos to the Huffington Post editor for appending the following editorial note to the bottom of, apparently, every HuffPo story on the massive, moving cowplop: