Fahrenheit 452

 Now that the primary season is in mid full swing, we are seeing the messages from the two parties that comprise our body politic.

The Democrats are pretty bland: get out and vote for us so we can have enough votes in Congress to do what we should have already done sometime in the last fifty years.

That's pretty boring.

And belies any planning on the part of the party of Jefferson and Jackson.

But it doesn't involve firearms.

Or violence.

That is comforting. 

Not so the republicans.

Fresh from their recent brush with near success in staging a coup d'état they are all brandishing guns in their ads and yelling and huffing and puffing about ferreting out the enemy from his various hidey holes and shooting him with automatic weapons until he stops quivering and has become a mound of ground flesh.

And Porky Pig the chief huffer and puffer is back on the campaign trail inciting the nation back to the violence he started on 6 January 2021; and his contract backdrop of worshipful, slavering, supporters cheer hysterically at his every word.

And one of the gun brandishers - from Missouri - features a video depicting shooting up a house with an automatic weapon, the house being full of Rinos, and therefore fair game.

The hate implicit in all of this is similar to the heat generated by a magnifying glass focusing the light from the sun on a piece of newspaper.

The question, Q is asking, is which page is first to burst into flames?

Who will be the first to go down to the new American patriots and their portable humanburger machines?

I fear we have not long to wait to find out.

I should say that this jumble of allusions and metaphors is so rambling, so various and so mixed that even I, its creator, have no idea what it means.