Usually when I write one of these blogs I try to be funny.
OK, maybe just humorous.
Fine. Mildly amusing.
Problem is, I can’t be funny right now because I’m angry. Really pissed off. And I’m not alone. Pretty much the whole country is really pissed off right now — but for different reasons. The media “narrative” or “explanation” or “excuse” for how SCROTUS got elected was that middle class white folks were pissed off. They wanted to give a big F-You to Washington.
And they succeeded beyond their wildest expectations. But here’s the thing. They are only about 20 to 25 percent of the population.
The day after the election, a really odd thing happened. The remaining 75 percent of the population woke up REALLY PISSED! And not the grumpy old man “Hey you kids get off my lawn!” kind of pissed.
It included not only the people who didn’t vote for Trumpy McTrumpface. But everybody else.
Us. The other 75 percent. For us, this is a different level of pissed off. It’s “Incredible Hulk” level pissed off.
For those of you not in the Nerdverse like me, The Hulk is Bruce Banner. A nice, quiet, nerdy kind of guy. A scientist. He gets caught in a Gamma bomb blast (think Hydrogen bomb on steroids) and turns into The Incredible Hulk.
Whenever somebody pisses him off, and for some reason people are always pissing him off, he turns green and grows to be about 15-feet tall. And starts throwing tanks and other large military objects at the people shooting at him. Usually the Army. The whole Army. Or at least a few platoons.
When you think about it, we’re all a lot like the Hulk. We were, for the most part, going about our daily lives. Minding our own business. Many of us quiet and nerdy. Many of us are scientists, or at least we believe that science exists. Then a huge Gamma bomb went off. Around midnight November 9th 2016. After which, we got really, seriously, pissed off.
Lately, you hear lots of people saying variations on the same theme:
“This is exhausting!”
“How much more of this can we take?”
“I can’t keep up. Something new and worse happens every day.”
“I can’t believe it’s not butter!”
Pundits warn that we will get used to the endless barrage of crap coming out of the White House swamp. That we can’t maintain this level of anger. That we’re getting worn out.
Well, here’s the thing. The reason the Hulk always wins is because his real power is not his strength. It’s his anger. The madder he gets, the stronger he gets.
There is no upward limit on his strength because there’s
no upward limit on his rage.
And that’s the thing that the people shooting at the Hulk never understand. If you just stop shooting at him, he calms down. He turns back into Bruce Banner.
Scrotus could do the same thing– more or less. You know, stop shooting all sorts of crap at us.
He won’t, though. It’s going to go on for a while, maybe years. Will we get tired? Will we stop being pissed off? Will we give up and go home?