When I try to wrap my feeble mind around certain political realities, I find myself snuffling among my own leavings upon the collective trail of our own oblivion, ending up quite disoriented and heading off into the scrub to have my flanks scraped and abused by the twigs of discarded xmas trees and other capitalistic detritus.
Case in point:
Gay marriage continues to be a huge issue within the continental United States of America. Yet we continue to put more nonviolent drug offenders in prison than any other developed nation, where some 250,000 of them are subject to homosexual rape each year, for such "crimes" as drug possession!
Land of the what? - home of the which?
Could you kindly repeat that, please?
But we hate gay sex, or so we claim, crucifixes clutched in our greedy little monkeypaws as we tremble before the neverending pissedoffitude of The Lord, grasping at some Chinese import of meaninglessness as advertised in the local MegaloMart, red-white-and-blue trimmings a given.
Factor in the homoerotic nature of many if not most of the abuses at Abu Ghraib, and then garnish the whole thing with
this little tidbit, and you have to wonder just where in the hell we are coming from as a nation, and if we have any connection whatsoever with the concept of reality at all.
I have my doubts about that last question, serious doubts.
Prove me wrong if you are so inclined, and can summon an argument in favor of the idea that we don't all wish to be objects of love.