Crotch Pullers

Anxious citizens hold signs with one hand and pull at their crotch with the other.  They understand what pulling on their crotch does, but have less of a clue about that sign they so boldy raise.  Standing in large groups, their anger multiplies with each fool who joins their fray.  They say they know why they are unhappy, but cannot put a finger on the cause without the words and ideas fork tongued agitators pound into their tiny brains.  Blind to anything beyond what their own hands can grab, these anxious citizens turn ugly when they realize that they have consumed their way into the Asian Giant's arms.   And instead of owning their responsibilty, they pass the buck up or down.  It makes no difference as long as they can return to the safety of their own denial.

They blame those with less.  They point fingers at those with more.  The mistrust that once lingered on the fringes now directs their focus and they refuse to admit their culpability in the downturn of their own lives.

The bosses know this about these anxious citizens.  Using sleazy pseudo slogans, they embark in  subtle campaigns to first turn the anxiety into anger and then collect it into mass movements that will enhance their bottom lines.  They employ ministers, politicians, and the guy down the block to carry their message of hope without substance.  They promise nothing other than change.  They assure us that by tearing down what we have built will magically build something new and better.  "And it won't cost you a dime.  Matter of fact, we will give you some money back."

From where this money will come is not explained.  For if we are to believe the redfaced ringleaders, there is no money to give, yet somehow they will give it.  And the anxious fools do not see the contradiction.  All they have is their anger and a desire to tear something down. 

And so it goes.


Keep it 'tween the ditches.....................................................