Except for another excuse-laden tribute to his hidden brilliance by Mutt the Martyr, our beloved President, I know of no duller subject than engaging yourself in front of a wall-mirror over redistricting maps.
Oh, heavens to Murgatroyd, the ghastly unfairness of it all — (blow trumpets and bang drums here to reawaken those nodding off).
Why not have a disagreement over the height of the sky? It is the identical degree of silliness.
This is mental whiffleball, guys.
Last month, a group of vaguely connected Democrat Party activists who didn’t seem to know each other held a one-reporter press conference in front of City Hall. They were protesting something so amorphous about redistricting that the reporter suggested switching roles.
Conservatives argue moral values — the Angry Left, obsequious obscurantists, wrestle with the arcanity of theoretical abstractions.
Another legacy of the Angry Left’s favorite disease of amorphousness — let’s have a steaming day-long debate over the invisible abstractions of nothing.
I Want New Crayons
In fairness, I might feel differently if I were black or brown although I would hope I would be gainfully occupied watching paint dry or studying GOP philosophy.
What if I were red or yellow?
Oh, that’s right, the devout hippy-dippy preachers of doomsday diversity on the Angry Left don’t give a rip about Indians, Chinese, Japanese or Koreans.
My bad luck not to be represented if I am red or yellow.
Sorry, guys, wrong century. Mutt the Martyr’s busses are full, and so is he, but that is a separate essay.
The possibly outrageous snubbing of Indians, Chinese, Japanese and Koreans reminds me that when the extremely smart people on the Angry Left mourn “learning” gaps among “people of color,” to borrow their absurd phrase, they actually mean “certain people of color.”
“People of color who are Chinese, Japanese or Korean” don’t suffer a learning gap.
My word, I wonder why, my 92-year-old maiden aunt often says.
