Twisted America

You can twist the way a man sees the world. Do you think that sounds ridiculous? What if you did it over time with subtlety and diligence? The audience is largely uneducated, so remind them of their impotence; tell them any other source of facts must be regarded with suspiciousness. Whisper to them over breakfast and slowly introduce corrosive dissonance; outright lie to them at dinner,salting in some truth for spicy antithesis. Those who run the country are up to something mischievous; their lives, their fine America, have been eroding with precipitance. Remember empowered yesterdays with a sad and tearful wistfulness; twist the needs and rights of others with pernicious lies and maliciousness. Invest their government with conspiracy and its policies with wickedness. Remind your audience that freedom was torn from kings by well-armed militias. Introduce the savior as a shining instrument of religiousness; defend his faults as small and frivolous and his right to rule as unambiguous. When shocking reality dares assert itself, denials must be vicious and officious. A rescue mission must be launched and certainly they must be participants; banners from the gift shop will form a team identity and a certain moral equivalence. The leader will whip the angry crowd, stoking resentment with fabricated incidents, swearing, “I will be with you on this great crusade and you will be my instruments” As the mob storms off he will slink away; he was only there for stimulus. Hear the old republic creak as the President flexes his insolence; he’s seen that no blame can touch him, so he’s filled with proud ambivalence. What will it take to rein him in? What kind of obvious stimulant, with thousands already dying every day and our society marbled with brittleness?