I’m the world’s Madonna, donna, donna / I’m needed from Belfast to Bangladesh / So many grievous wrongs / For me to right with tedious songs / But I know you’ll always be there to fall back on – Tony Hendra, Pull The Tremors, from National Lampoon’s Radio Dinner, 1972

It’s been a long time since I’ve been accused of being a bleeding heart liberal. Given that my political views are all over the map with a noticeable preponderance for the ridiculously far left, it’s likely that in my heart-of-hearts I am just too damn aggressive to be any sort of liberal per se.

Therefore, as I look at these idiots marching in front of their sundry state capitol buildings I gleefully acknowledge they have the same right (and/or lack thereof) to protest as I do. Gathering in close order with few if any signs of protection from our current plague actually promotes a sense of calm within my very bosom. To these individuals who are willing to risk horrible death and to pass along that risk to their friends, family and co-workers, I say “Right on! Keep up the great work! Thin your herd to the bone, you soulless nincompoops! Don’t stop!!!”

See? I’m not a bleeding heart liberal. Clearly, I’m in favor of some hearts bleeding, which actually is contrary to commonly-held liberal beliefs. But not everybody’s, of course. When it comes to the hearts of these particular walking malignancies, hey, fine. Bleed away, motherfuckers! To quote Tony Hendra, “We’re with you all the way / Just across the bay.” Continue reading “Weird Scenes Inside the Gold Mind #085: Sinking The Ship Of Fools” →