Political Choices – the Dog or the Handler

We’ve all encountered these people. They are our fellow Americans, have relatively few teeth, hardly any money, tattoos everywhere, half of them clearly done by their own hand, and they have a pit bull that is trained to kill any and everything it encounters. When that poor wretched animal mangles and mauls someone, do we find ourselves outraged and furious at the dog? Do we bewail the animal’s moral depravity, do we recount the dog’s list of infractions and point out that it is being unfair and uncaring to the its innocent victim?

No. Of course not.

We don’t bother ourselves with such an uncontrollable beast, we simply kill it. And we don’t kill it because we hate the damned thing. The word ‘hate’ is an emotional one, carrying with it an ethical indignation.

No no, in such a case, we go after the owner of the dog. As far as the dog goes, we handle the canine attacker at best with a detached apathy, at worst a sad lamentation for the poor creature, irritated that it wasn’t raised with a nurturing hand. If it is trained as an attack animal for protection purposes, we make sure its overseer or master is responsible for its actions, like any dangerous weapon.

No, in the event of a mauling, we put the poor thing down, then go get the irresponsible imbecile who failed to control the animal and put him in jail! He’s the one we focus all our anger upon, he’s the one that is the recipient of our ire, and he’s the one we go after with all of our retributive and legal action.

So why don’t we do that with Liberal Progressive leaders?

So many of my Republican friends I talk to moan and groan about the excesses of Barak Obama, complaining about his violating our Constitution. They complain about his lies, his ignoring the Founding Documents to implement his Leftist ideas, complain of how he’s literally tearing this nation apart, either through a Cloward and Piven strategy or rank incompetence.

“We need to get rid of him!” they cry with angry intensity. “The country may not survive the onslaught of his policies.” I sympathize.

However, a question. Did he appoint himself to the Presidency?

See, the problem many of my conservative and Republican friend’s have, is that they all want to band together at the foot of the castle, rakes and hoes, shovels and sickles in hand, looking to kill the monster. Problem is, the ‘monster’ is Victor Frankenstein, not his grunting, stitched together creation.

During the run-off of the 2008 Presidential candidates on the Democrat ticket, it came down to Barak Obama and Hilary Clinton. As the Dems were battling back and forth over the two, I heard an interview on the radio at a Democrat rally where the reporter went around asking attendees who they favored. One man, an elderly gentleman, said that he liked Hilary. When asked why, as usual with Libs, he gave no specific examples, but said that he’s always admired Bill Clinton for the the things he’d done but added something that made me cringe with sadness for my country. Chuckling as he said it, he told the reporter, ‘Well, with exception of some things,’ referring to Bill Clinton’s sexual encounter off the oval office with Monica Lewinsky.

Amazing, I thought. I’m listening to a senior citizen laugh, actually laugh, at The President of the United States of America spewing his semen on the dress of an intern his daughter’s age.

Yeah, Mr. senescent and honorable Democrat, how hilarious is that?

I wonder if he tells that funny little story about the President’s cheating on the First Lady to his grandchildren. When his thirteen year old granddaughter says to him, “Hey Grampa, what were politics like back when you voted?”

“Well, Marcy,” he says, “Now you’re too young to remember this, but one time, one of our Presidents – this is so funny, sweetheart, you’re gonna love this – one time one of our Presidents took this intern into his office and . . .”

Our problem isn’t the dog, it’s the dog owner.

So the next time you’re talking with friends at dinner, in a crowd, at a mixer, around the campfire, and some nice, clean-cut, hard working sweet couple says they’re liking Hilary for White House, consider responding with, “Well, yeah, she’s for murdering babies, ignores the Islamic slavery of women, has made countless millions taking money from countries that kill people just for being gay, and admires Saul Alinsky who speaks highly of Satan, so tell me. Which one of those are your favorite?”

Or, you can just continue being angry at the dog.

Yeah, go with that. It’s a lot easier.

About the Author

Joe Keck is a writer of horror, thriller, suspense, and other fiction, some poetry and music, with the occasional op-ed piece on current events, politics, and theology. Although born in Oklahoma, he was taken to Los Angeles when he was an infant, or as his mother described, "the ugliest little thing I've ever seen", and raised there on the West Coast. He considers himself to be far superior to most on the artistic merits of film and literature, seeing the vast majority of such to be well below adequate. He has four novels and many short stories to his credit, and hopes to one day have them published, promising to hold critics like himself in harsh derision. He's currently restoring a Jason 35 sailboat and plans to sail the world, writing horror stories, and marveling at the illustrative works of the Creator and His Divine story-telling imagery. You may Find Joe's Website at http://www.joekeck.com/

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