What makes deception so difficult to digest is not the parade of smiley
face jellybeans that insist on poking themselves directly in front of the
anchorperson’s lens like ads for auto insurance or blood pressure meds, but that innate intelligence lodged in the gut that automatically rejects political
sludge with its noxious fumes of false information. The gut cries “Enough!” It will not ingest fraudulent debt.
Detritus clogs the drains. Recycled and regurgitated in verbal attacks,
glaringly self-evident before Eyelashes or Kool Aid hogs the stage to monetize the lie… meanwhile, “statistical analysis” stalks the shadows of irrevocable threats. Spray gun poised, target set… Show me the truth. The way. The something.
You clip your nails, trim your cuticles and search the cupboards for an
excuse to go out but the stores are boarded up and the streets have lost their maps.