Bonespurs

President Bonespurs has, amidst his cruel and dangerous folly, accidentally advanced my knowledge in several areas. I now grasp that porn actresses are credible women, entitled to the respect every citizen deserves. I now have a better understanding of personality disorders, having watched a loony act out on television month after month. And I’ve had to give up my optimism about my own rationality and rationality in general. Nearly half the voters in our system cast ballots for a creepy near-lunatic. His approval rate, after nearly two years of stupid, puke-provoking behavior, is now 44%. 

We should admit that natural selection selected delusion. Delusion is what enriched and unites Americans (and divides us). We take our spears and march out of the cave to kill people who don’t respect an imaginary Father who lives in the sky. Or we think the President is our Great Father in Washington. In fact, he never met us and could not care less. We believe it matters if one more nation has a nuclear weapon. We fear that feeding children will make them dependent (make them Democrats) and so on and on. 

We run on emotion, and we always will, but we can try to understand our emotional base, and we can learn to use reason—a weak tool—sensibly.