Babbling Nonsense

Living in a country that more and more resembles a lunatic asylum has its interesting moments. The flap over the monkey cartoon is just the latest babbling nonsense. First of all the monkeys who put together the spending bill sit in Congress. Like the violent baboon on a rampage, the Democratics are assaulting and raping the taxpayers (with a little help from RINOs - Specter, Snowe, and Collins). It was an appropriate comparison. One can accuse the cartoonist of poor taste, but racist? That's a real stretch. Besides...didn't we all descend from monkeys? So who is being insulted? I think the baboon is the one who has the beef being compared to Congress.

So what's the uproar about really? Opportunity. Playing the race card is a great distraction. So while Obama occupies the highest office in the land, throws Wednesday cocktail parties to woo liberal Republicans, and enjoys all the privileges of the elite, white America stands once again accused of racism. Forget the fact that Obama was elected by whites. The country is still a racial enclave ready to lynch blacks at a moment's notice. It makes great theater and that always distracts from the problems at hand -- like the fact that Obama, who talked about hope, preaches nothing but despair which is reflected every day in the Dow. Like the fact that the so-called stimulus package is nothing but a Democrats' dreamworks for liberal programs and paybacks. It's theater all right, theater of the absurd.

Which takes me back to my college days when I enjoyed being in the drama club. Since Trinity was down the street from Catholic U.'s famous drama department (Fr. Hartke was still its head.), I also occasionally acted in a student director's graded production. I particularly remember a one-act play by Eugene Ionesco called The Leader. It depicts a group following an unseen messianic-type leader. As the play progresses the mob becomes more and more frantic running around with arms outstretched calling "Leader, Leeee..der, Leee..eee...eee...eee...der." Our director had us make the call more and more a bleat until we sounded like a flock of sheep. At the end of the play the mob finally sees the leader (the audience never does) and has the terrible realization that "the leader has no head." Indeed...the mindless masses have been following an equally mindless leader.

Unfortunately, that is where we are today. Obama is in way over his head. He has surrounded himself, not with voices of change and hope, but with old retreads from the failed Clinton years. His agenda is the worst of liberalism joined to the worst of Chicago-style politics. The end result is predictably grim, but that's what happens when the lunatics are in charge of the asylum.