Why do they do it? The crazies are alive again, roaming the landscape, stirring up voters, they think. " We gotta get control of guns" they holler. Another town mayor tried to pass a law against pistols in his town and his own town council voted him down. Guess he's off his meds.
Things are so bad here in the USA, fringey, as my youngest daughter used to call it, that everyone is getting armed, and I imagine, stuffing them in their pockets.
I detect, as they used to say on Star Trek, a rip in the space time continuum. Communal stress if you will. Everybody is just a little up tight. The beginning of the funny season, a year and a half out, the politicos are out running around for president. Obamas staying out of traffic, which is hard for him to do, sucking up to every tv camera in Christendom.
At this writing, there are 27 Republicans running for the nomination. Our current president hiding under his desk in the White House as a Florida mailman just flew a helicopter right up to the Capitol Bldg, violating this country's strongest military air space without so much as a scratch.
National moods are below apathetic: nothing works, all the agencies seem dysfunction, most of us feel unprotected from the outside, at the mercy of an uncaring, predatory government on the inside.
Tax season just ended, the health care act has fostered nation wide stories of tax implications on Mom and Pops all over the country, late filings, lack of assistance from the agency, surly agency management personnel, indifferent government officials. Never have we felt so ignored and powerless than now. Without a voice.
And this we must endure for another 15 months or more.
Or worse.
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