Ranting about reptiles

Republicans as reptiles, roaming over the large unfathomable landscape of America, clumsy, misshapen to the degree of their pre-history, playing such an outlandishly vivid role of our distant past that they’ve become of course inhuman, stepping on enormous piles of reptilian shit and then dragging it from coast to coast, through the Midwest, the mountain states, all the way to California, leaving the dung-filled imprints--their inane projects, forecasts, Making America Great Again slogan (borrowed from none other than Ronald Reagan) the cast of mis-casted advisors and cabinet members, their dye-blond, tanning-bed leader, an aging rich-boy, unschooled in recent history who studied at the feet of Roy Cohn…

Leave me alone, Republicans! Aren’t you doing enough damage? Burn the bullshit that is the Project 2025 document; may it quickly morph into the giant turd it is and be fed into the nuclear reactor of all your twisted fantasies where, once incinerated, will cause its creators eyes to water ceaselessly. Call off your dinosaurs, your brontosaurus-like brethren in Wyoming, in Florida, Ohio, Kentucky…

…talk about social engineering, otherwise known as God steering the ship, driving the narrative! You’ve poured gasoline on the word Freedom, but not before gutting the notion of Civil Rights, Voting Rights, Reproductive Rights. You’ve already re-created a Supreme Court you’re so proud of, a court that’s become the enemy of the people, can’t you stop there?

You Republicans, We the People can’t stomach any more of these antediluvian delusions. I, citizen, voter, taxpayer, husband, father, grandfather, refuse to accept your poisonous version of ‘leadership’, nor did I ever consent to it.

I too live in the age of Ryokan, post-dinosaur, 1758-1831, a monk who lived much of his life in solitude.