Circus music along with clowns always made young Gumshoe experience feelings of anxiety deep within the pit of his belly. A definite queasiness to be sure. Yuk!
Note: Don’t get Gumshoe started on his response to The Russian Saber Dance.
Adolescent Gumshoe never knew why.
Even to this present day, old Gumshoe’s belly still has this “anxiety pit” when circus music strikes up and whenever the large pack of clowns exit that teeny-weenie car. Queasiness alert! Gumshoe does not trust or like clowns.
But of course, it’s just not the rushed notes that assault Gumshoe’s ears that feed his onslaught of anxiety nor even the pancaked makeup faces of the mob of Clara Bells. It’s something else entirely folks.
Gumshoe now can answer that unfathomable “Why?” question from his youth.
The real harbinger of this terrible trepidation is the current state of our state.
Abe Lincoln once said that there can never be a right to do wrong.
Gumshoe invites my gentle readers to look around the environment and take stock in “situational awareness”. You can’t miss it, pilgrims. Wrongs aplenty abound. Icebergs ahead!
You will readily observe all of the “wrongs” that are now considered “rights” in our American society.
Bizarro land too be sure! Can you hear the circus music and see the clowns? Can you feel the queasiness in your gut?
On countless past occasions, Gumshoe along with his brother and sister police officers encountered wrongdoers in utter chaotic situations. We collectively “righted” the situation and the wrong-doers through positive police action. We lived up to the old moniker of “peace officers”. Amen! Peace restored.
The street warrior term was to “take names and kick ass” with no question asked. Collective society applauded.
Eventually, the Rodney King riots via videotape put an end to the kick ass and take names police philosophy. Good riddance for sure for some Gumshoe supposes?
The “broken window theory” soon was an adopted police practice that proved to be quite effective and with fewer broken bones and civil lawsuits. Society once again applauded.
It was not rocket science to arrive at the realization that when you take care of the small stuff you won’t have to worry about taking care of the big stuff. This is a true life lesson to be practiced.
Well, folks, the small stuff started to be ignored thanks to the videotape of George Floyd and one rouge cop. Behold the ensued bedlam buckaroos.
Riots and looting, oh my!
Riots and looting, oh my!
“Defund the police!”, was the absurd battle cry of PC political nincompoops accompanied chorus by the Antifa idiots and the Marxist BLM con artists.
Restorative justice via leftest prosecutors makes the criminal the victim. No bail, cannot fail!
Surprise! Now the big stuff is overwhelming and has permeated our once respected institutions.
The clowns have been in charge (for now) and they are allied with the deep state morons, the corrupted media, the big tech gurus, the progressive CRT educators, the politicized (in)justice department, and the clueless elites dancing to the mind-numbing circus music … and the band plays on!
Has the pit of anxiety developed in your bellies dear readers?
Now since Gumshoe started this missive by quoting from “Honest Abe”, it only seems fitting to end this posting with a quote from Fredrick Douglas:
A man’s rights rest in three boxes: the ballot box, the jury box, and the cartridge box.
Words to ponder my friends. Maybe some “Pepto Bismol” of a different variety is the remedy?
Always remember to love the ones who love you and to really try to love the ones who don’t.
PS: My Catholic Rosary weapon stands ready to do battle!