We are sheep. Baaaa. Seriously. We should all be locked in pens, let out for exercise, sheared when our hair gets too long, and guarded by sleepy-looking dogs with ingrained instincts for herding.
How did we get this way? How did we lose all our native intelligence and end up baaaa-ing in outrage everything something entirely predictable to the average dolt comes to pass? Easy. We’re sheep. We exist in our own flocks, and we follow whatever leader we designate — right or wrong.
It’s disgusting. And it’s disgusting whether our leaders are Donald Trump, Nancy Pelosi, Roger Goodell or someone else. We have completely lost the ability to think for ourselves, draw our own conclusions, and articulate our own thoughts. Instead, we follow the manifesto du jour, whoever has written it, and — somehow — decide it absolves us from engaging in rational thinking and seeing through, if you’ll pardon the expression, the bull cookies.
For example, the U.S. Senate has a majority of Republicans, most of whom support President Donald Trump with enough ardor that it would take visible proof of him holding a gasoline can at the scene of a fire at the Smithsonian for them to conclude he should be impeached. I think that’s a given.
This isn’t any big secret. Baaaa to them.
Anyone who didn’t know that Mitch McConnell was going to do everything in his power (which apparently is infinite) to quash this impeachment as quickly as possible either has not been paying attention or is delusional.
Apparently he’s done just what he said he was going to do. And people are outraged. It’s the end of democracy as we know it. Chicken Little is running up and down Pennsylvania Avenue.
Just what did you expect?
Hey, my sympathies lie with Pelosi, Adam Schiff (does he ever blink??) and the rest of the Democrats. But I also think they tipped their hands way too early with this impeachment stuff, and consequently couldn’t get any traction where it counted when they finally went ahead with it. Which is one reason why I really wish they hadn’t bothered, and put all their energies into the November election.
So all this universal outrage among liberals is lost on me. Baaaa.
Now, let’s talk about the Super Bowl. I don’t watch pre-game stuff, or the halftime show, or the commercials. I don’t care about Mr. Peanut, Bill Murray Groundhog Day or how badly the Boston dialect is butchered. Or J-Lo. Or Shakira.
I’m sure they’re both quite talented, and I’m sure if you like that sort of entertainment, they were terrific.
Once upon a time, in the Pleistocene Epoch, the Super Bowl was a football game. Now, it is a backdrop for commercials, extravaganzas and endless NFL promotions. It’s like, “oh, there’s a game too?“
Half of being a sheep-like cult is a refusal to pay attention, and to acknowledge what you see with your own eyes. The NFL will do anything if it promotes blatant consumerism. That’s why the content of commercials ends up being fodder for the Wall Street Journal, and it’s why the league keeps pushing the envelope on halftime entertainment. The Janet Jackson “wardrobe malfunction” was in 2004 — 16 years ago if you’re counting. A lot has gone down since then.
I didn’t watch the show Sunday, but judging from the reactions on social media, there was a provocative element to it that was missing when Tom Petty played one of the times I was there; or when U2 sang “It’s A Beautiful Day” the year the Patriots won the first time.
I make no judgments. But for heaven’s sake, if you saw that J-Lo and Shakira were going to team up for a halftime show, what did you think? That two nuns were going to come out and sing hymns?
It almost sounds like a fair amount of people watched to see whether they’d be offended — and then complained when they were. Very sheep-like. Just follow the crowd and react the same way. You don’t have to think. You don’t have to draw your own conclusions about what you like and what you want to see.
Baaaa. Person after person got on Facebook Sunday night and complained that the show wasn’t family-friendly, that it was objectionable — obscene, even — and not suitable prime time entertainment. I guess they forgot about the “off” button.
I can’t believe that there’s this much outrage over a simple halftime show at the Super Bowl. I can’t believe that this many people are exorcised beyond belief that the Republicans in the Senate did what they’ve been saying they were going to do for over a year.
I can see being disappointed. I’m disappointed. I’d vote every one of them out if I could.
But life goes on. That’s our job in these situations. We have to soldier on and live to fight another day.
Instead, we all fall into line. We’re either outraged to the point of apoplexy or we’re ebullient to the point of bellicosity. Either way, it’s the same thing. We’re sheep. We follow the crowd. One person says it, word spreads, and before you know it’s a movement.
Enough. Please, people. Think for yourselves.