People say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, a saying that first appeared in print in 1820. Oscar Wilde said it better: Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness. So, respectfully, thank you Rod Serling.
I feel like I am in an episode of the Twilight Zone. And, you are right along with me, seeing what lies beyond that door in the world of form without substance, darkness without light.
Of course, we can blame Donald Trump. Or, we can blame ourselves, or the half of ourselves who voted for him. No matter, we are all trapped.
What do I mean? Well, just turn on the TV. There it is. Trump lost. Turn it on again. Trump lost. Watch it every day for a week, and what do you see? He lost, he lost again, he lost again.
And, yet, there he is. His lawyer melts under the hot lights of a press conference at Republican headquarters, and yet there he is again. On news shows, on comedy shows, on streaming services, on the web - melting, melting, melting. And, never gone.
Do you begin to feel the cold chill? The fog of vanishing reality getting thicker and thicker each day?
Biden is right. We have to turn the page, and get the country back to normal. Biden is wrong, they must be punished. Perhaps a sacrifice is in order - I know, let’s give them another Supreme Court justice or two. That will surely lead to peace.
Da-da-da-da. Da-da-da-da. The theme comes out of nowhere. Let me go on line and check the news.
A court threw out a Trump lawsuit. Another court threw out another Trump lawsuit. Wait, what’s that? Another court just threw out another Trump lawsuit.
Will we never get out of this? Put another coin in the Mystic Seer. What does it tell us? “Only time will tell.” Quick, another coin. “You will find out.”
I only have one coin left. What’s that? Trump has lost another lawsuit. Only 26 more to go.
Well, it’s not as if he were doing this alone. There are millions of people out there who insist that he won the election. How do they know? Why, of course, he told them.
How long can this go on? Well, there are schedules. They tell us when states have to report the results of their elections. They tell us when the Electoral College meets. They tell us when the new president takes office. January 20, I think.
Yet I see the dream every night. There are lots of characters in lots of rolls, but they change. One night it’s Donald Trump stealing the election, the next it’s Joe Biden. Over and over again. Wait. Is that Don Junior taking the oath of office? And where’s Eric. There. In the black robe of the Chief Justice.
How long can this go on? Darkness. Neighbors banging on the door of my Bomb Shelter of Sanity. Ah, but then the lights come on all over the neighborhood. People are talking to each other again. Democrat and Republicans alike realize that we are all part of one big country.
Except, over there. In the attic. The noise is getting louder. It’s a giant saw, cutting North Dakota out of the United States. It’s become the Free State of Covid. Ah, but it’s open. And, despite its name, they are selling the latest immunization shots. To anyone who wants them. Free, unchained capitalism has brought it to us. Well, to them at least.
And, how much will they cost? Well, the drug companies are testing the market. They have already vaccinated 200 people at $50,000 a shot, and another 500 at $5,000 a shot. I hear the price will be down to $800 by spring. See, a triumph of the Capitalist system.
Da-da-da-da. Da-da-da-da.
I know what we need to get out of this. A common enemy. Someone or something we can all rally against, unite against.
We know it can’t be a disease. That hasn’t worked. It can’t be poverty or inequality or racism. We’ve tried that as well.
I know. A giant race of aliens comes to Earth, curing our diseases, giving everyone a high living standard. All they want to do, they say, is to serve man. Who could be against that?
Well, they mean it literally. They want to serve us up as stews and steaks. To them, we are farm animals to be harvested. And, we get the truth out.
Then a new poll comes out. 48 per-cent of us don’t believe it. Donald Trump is back, opening a new chain of restaurants and the menu features wonder meat. Eat it and you are guaranteed to lose weight and lower your Cholesterol.
He’s offering a free trip to planet Dogma II to anyone who buys five meals. There are lines outside every restaurant door all over the world. And, that fog is getting thicker.
Da-da-da-da. Da-da-da-da.
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