But It’s a Nice Cage
The race to become the next Republican nominee for President of the United States keeps trying to heat up. New candidates enter and leave the race on a regular basis, and no one has been anointed as the expected winner. As he and I watch them and their mind-numbing pandering, God keeps reminding me that fortune favors the better bankroll.
The thing that appalls me is that the Republican leadership, at least as far back as Ronald Reagan, have been clearly engaged in class warfare, doing everything they can to improve the lives of the rich at the expense of the poor and the vanishing middle class, and yet there are voters who time and again keep voting against their own interests; they remind me of animals kept so long in a cage that they won’t venture out of it even when the door is left open.
I’d like to think that the people engaged enough to actually vote are smarter than average but if they are, then I’m left to believe that the Republican poor are traitors to their class, selling themselves into slavery because they think that they’ll win life’s lottery and end up on the other side. And by God, when they get there, they want to make sure that it’s worth it.
So are they traitors, or stupid, or just bad at math and at seeing how the deck is being stacked against them. Only God knows, and he’s not telling.
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