Could YOU Be Infected?

I promised myself I would mind my own business about this. I promised myself I wouldn’t get caught up, I would keep my political and/or social rants to myself. On this. I promised myself I had nothing to add to the already full sea of adages. It’s tiring sometimes how rock solid dense and hard headed some people are. How some people stay. And then I saw this.

 

A human being–living, breathing, thriving, surviving–said the above things about another human being. Fry him up, she said. Hold the lettuce and the pickle she said. Better yet, don’t fry him, flame broil him. Wow.

 

I get it. Ann Coulter is now infamous for saying THE most retarded things a person can form lips to say in order to swindle a buck or two from any number of unsuspecting doo-doo heads who don’t know any better. She sells books. That’s what feeds her lone self. She’s not raising any children (THANK GOD) that have greedy mouths that need feeding or whom need to be properly educated by an education system that has clearly failed her. She’s not the second half of a two person household in desperate need to keep the lights on, and would not, if not for her bullshit on sale at Borders.

 

It turns out, Ann Coulter doesn’t have any life altering or Earth shattering responsibilities on this planet, besides feeding, clothing, and housing her own self. I mean yeah, she’s got to keep GOP-minded folk entertained with her own version of the “shuck and jive”. And yeah, of course, keep her own greedy ego satiated. But that’s about it.

 

At face value, Ann Coulter should be a non-issue right? She’s brilliantly dilly. A blonde hair swinging, low cut dress wearing, long standing political punditry joke. Right? We don’t take people (or entities) like Bill O’Reilly, Rush Limbaugh, Sarah Palin, Michelle Bachman (and Fox News) (and roughly half of Congress) who are caricatures of themselves seriously. We laugh at their straight-faced silliness and keep it moving onto more important life matters, don’t we? …don’t we?

 

Turns out, Ann Coulter and so many like her are contagious. They are infected with a virus–a spawn of the GREED virus– called the Antiquated Feeling of Racial Superiority Virus or A.F.R.S.V. for short. People like Ann Coulter spread the A.F.R.S.V. through hate-borne pathogens spewed from loose lips that show no thought or care about what comes out. They simply spew them to get a reaction that will effectively make them a buck or two so they can live. No matter that their flagrant spewing may account for the deaths (and continued ignorance) of others.

 

Folk like Bill O’Reilly, Sarah Palin, Michelle Bachman, Rush Limbaugh, Ann Coulter (and yes, Fox News) (and roughly half of Congress) play to their “base” base. As in, the very most basic human consciousness on the planet. The most ignorant. The most insecure. The most afraid of change.

 

People and entities like the aforementioned, “know” that A.F.R.S.V. spreads quickly among the “base” base and that once infected, books fly off of shelves, ratings surge, and the most base of our population clamor over one another to chime in with their own base-ist ignorance via commentary. Ignorance sells and the people buying are more oft than not infected with A.F.R.S.V. *shakes head solemnly*. So many infected.

 

Could YOU be infected? I mean, yeah. However, if you’re reading this, your chances are slimmer. Rest assured, base-ist ignoramus(es) could give a who about anything I have to say.

 

The bigger questions here are how do we keep A.F.R.S.V. from spreading? Do we quarantine? Or just light a match and start over?

 

The answer, my friends, to all of the above questions and so many more can be found in song. A song by Kansas of all bands.

 

I close my eyes

only for a moment

and the moment’s gone

all my dreams

pass before my eyes a curiosity

dust in the wind

all we are is dust in the wind

Same old song

just a drop of water

in the endless sea

all we do

crumbles to the ground

though we refuse to see

dust in the wind

all we are is dust in the wind

Now, don’t hang on

nothing last forever

but the earth and sky

it slips away

And all your money

won’t another minute buy

Dust in the wind

all we are is dust in the wind

dust in the wind

everything is dust in the wind

 

Kansas, Dust in the Wind

The moral of this story? None here. Just some food for thought. Thank you for reading this though. Peace and abundant "hate-borne pathogen free" blessings. Love,

 

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