Aug. 19, 2022
Tonight, they came to crucify someone, bearing witness
against someone they believed did wrong and must be forced out of office, even
before the legal process has expired, a kind of mob mentality typical of the
middle ages when their kind judged and burned witches, each a self-centered, self-righteous
know it all, preaching at the legislators as if on a mission from a god know of
them profess to believe in, so full of themselves they don’t even cringe when
they hear themselves speak, most living a life of luxury few of the down and
out they profess to speak for could imagine, unbearable arrogant as if to say
those to whom they lecture could not possibly know as much as they do, and need
to be instructed on how to live their lives, each bringing their own judge and
jury of one to the podium needing only the hanging noose to reveal them as the lynch
mob they really are, a vindictive, judgmental pack of spoiled brats who have
come to pass judgment on their victim, tossing around the word “trump” as a vindictive,
the latest curse word of the z-generation the way our generation used the word “Nixon,”
and equally dishonest.
The victim was only one more excuse for protest since these
same faces – if you could make them out behind their masks – were the same
faces that came out for every protest, filling the street in front of City Hall
or the pedestrian plaza, carrying slogans they got from their comrades off the
internet, full of fury and rage at a system they see as systemically racist,
even when it isn’t, they act as if it is, and army of zombies so indoctrinated
as to have stopped thinking, having learned everything they need to know in
college except for the ability to think for themselves, each repeating what the
previous speaker has said, as if saying a rosary (all of whom thinks as racist
as well), spouting political rhetoric that is so full of hate it is the verbal
version of a whip, each striking the back on their victim with the hope they
can get the victim to squeal or confess, or do what they demand, many complaining
that they can not strike these blows remotely, inconvenienced by the fact they
actually have to show up in person to do their evil deeds, when so many of
their comrades are too lazy to make the trek, and so sit home pouting, unable
to push a button or send a hateful message while sitting on their couch.
This is the modern vision of a lynch mob.
