Descending Into Conservative Insanity

THE INSANITY, like a cancer, is spreading, and fast. It may get to the point where the only solution is a good, old fashioned wild western style barroom brawl. You've got Trump and Dr. Carson atop the field, like a pair of half rotted black oats awaiting the mercy of a good winter wind. Trump wants to kick ten million Mexicans out of the country, whether or not they take their children with them. Carson wants to tithe the country, Bible style, with all of us paying ten percent of our income in taxes. No wait. He says its more like fifteen percent. A fifteen hundred dollar tax bill for an income earner of ten grand, and a one hundred fifty thousand dollar bill for your proverbial millionaire. The former will be out on the street, the latter will hardly notice. The gap between rich and poor, already dangerously large, would swell to such proportions as to trigger another great recession, and greater revolution. This, from men who would lead America to...greatness...or...destruction. Among the crew is only one who remains marginally sane; John Kasich, who stood at the end of the line and pointed all this out, probably to no avail. Dr. Carson must have had at least one chemistry class in high school, before he revolutionized brain surgery. And still, for some crazy reason, he refuses to understand that if you pump a billion tons of carbon into the atmosphere, and leave it there, it will have an impact on the world's climate. Is there a conservative in this country who understands that? Is there a conservative in America who understands that if we all pay the same tax rate, the nation will descend even deeper into bankruptcy? Evidently not. These are the people who believe that mass murders will cease if only we all arm ourselves like a national vigilante posse. These are the folks among whom Ted Cruz is regarded as the most articulate, because he uses words such as "catastrophic", and "laborious". How he got through Harvard law will remain, for the moment, a mystery. These are the people who believe that a collection of folk lore and primitive barbarity assembled at the Council of Nicea in the year 325 A.D., among much haggling and acrimony, is somehow the irrefutable word of God. Why should we expect anything more? Yet, somehow, we do, which proves only that among humans, hope springs eternal.