It is difficult to get a handle on anything sane or
regular in the present inane Presidential brand of election year politics.
Stephanie was quoting the rantings and ravings of
Jan Brewer and company who drink Colorado River ditch water and still consider
themselves sane under a 120 degree Fahrenheit Arizona summer day sun.
Jan Brewer is the Governor of Arizona who so rudely
points her finger in the face of Negro Presidents and signs, without reading,
paranoid redneck anti-immigrant stuff coming out of the Mormon dominated
Arizona state legislature.
The Supreme Court
shot down some of the hot air (dry hot air) of some of that legislation stuff this
week.
While all this is going on, I am thinking about
where a once great superpower and its culture should be on a timeline in a
global economy and emerging global culture.
Well the thought occurred to me how all the boomers
are aging and may be thinking about how all the white boomers, a majority
now, live largely in segregated white gated communities or white heartland towns. Where
exactly are they in terms of the aging mental thought process in that the white boomers, with a prime
example like Jan Brewer, seem to be living in a bubble fantasy world on some different
planet from you and me?
And to protect the majority, John Birch, uber-white
culture of their youth, as they grow old and begin to die off, all this hate
towards Obama and all this dysfunction in government to throw that negro out of
the White House, that perhaps the bubble they are living in is really better described as a white cocoon.
Creationism has not yet destroyed high school Biology
101. I am probably way off in what gets
taught to kids these days and at what level in their education about the sex or
mating and reproductive acts of insects such as butterflies.
Since this is sex education I am probably violating
all Catholics and their religious liberty but from what I know or remember of the
subject, ugly little worms like caterpillars get to a certain age not unlike
the boomers and weave a cocoon into which they escape reality and where they
basically die, restructure remold themselves out of all the chemicals in that cocoon
life support system and are resurrected into butterflies out of that cocoon.
I just looked it up this morning to reaffirm what
the process is. The butterflies, usually
multi-colored, mate and produce eggs that result in little bugs that eventually
morph through their ugly worm stage and into butterflies after walling
themselves up into a cocoon.
Well you know I see a parallel and or a metaphor
here. White boomer America is dying off
and slipping from majority status of the population into minority status, day
after day after day.
This election year cycle is ugly. The dysfunction of
the white boomer Congress is pathetic.
It all reminds me of ugly little worms building a cocoon and waiting be
reborn again in prime color, function and majority status. That’s the plan I
think. They will emerge from the
wreckage of the economy and destroyed civil discourse that they are causing
right now and they will somehow make a Hollywood type comeback in their careers
just like Gloria Swanson in Sunset Boulevard. Yeah, right.
Well, nature throws fits, hurricanes, tornadoes,
tsunamis etc. Nature and or God likes to
play tricks.
The thought occurs to me that evolution is indeed
real and I am reminded about something I saw on some nature TV show that
stated some statistic about how in England in the nineteenth century, a
beautiful orange colored butterfly morphed into a brown color in order to use
camouflage as a defense mechanism against predators.
You see the orange
butterflies used to exist in a lush green valley until the industrial
revolution with its soot and smokestacks had turned everything in the valley
more brown than green.
So the orange butterfly could no longer blend in with
flowers where there were no longer flowers.
As a result the orange butterfly morphed out of survival necessity into
a brown butterfly. True story.
In a way, the growing global culture is upon us, the
white boomers are going into a cocoon stage of their existence. In order to survive in the future, they will
have to morph into common frames of color of the majority landscape. A little bit of irony perhaps will be evident
then, there when history looks back at this time from that different landscape
of the future.
That a beautiful creature mates. Eggs are produced
and larvae hatched. A creature grows and survives and builds a spaceship to the
future and what comes out of the spaceship after some time is anybody’s guess.
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