I was reading a passage recently that went something like this:
"They knelt low, dutifully avoiding the eyes of their master, for such would be an act of defiance and bring forth a swift rebuke by his mighty sword.
"So, one by one, they licked the boots of their King saying, 'Thank you, O Exalted One,
"- for the protection you provide us from the false and irrational rants of those who seek to provide us adequate nourishment,
"- for your brave defiance of those who would make our filthy and unworthy existence better,
"-for insuring our deep debts to your imminence will only continue to rise,
"- but most of all for your determined efforts to render truth mere fiction, and fiction the new truth, because truth is not veracity or honesty, it is only fiction that is believed.
Hail to the King!"
Then I read in the Tampa Bay Times how the republicans all kneeled in pious devotion to Trump and, to a sorry every single one of them, they all voted for that despicable act that will do such disservice to America.
That's when I understood the point of the passage.
Sandspur
