When This Blows Over

Seven time zones to the left - some five thousand
eight hundred and thirty four miles away – comfortably
cocooned in a tiny climate-controlled office overlooking
absolutely nothing resembling the real world, lifting nothing
all day much heavier than a telephone and operating nothing
more involved than a copy machine and a Facebook toolbar,
a quite righteous fool is piercing the air with the
unmistakable shriek of a tightly wound moral avenger just
dying to personally get a hold of the outrage of the moment.
Today’s reprehensible atrocity that needs attention…
…demands adjudicating: Not the initial, surreptitious,
uncalled for, unconscionable, gutless lob of a lethal surprise
into the night.
No, the old fool is incensed at the return volley. The push
back on the initial, surreptitious, uncalled for,
unconscionable, gutless lob of a lethal surprise into the night.
Bloody images give way to hysteria on cue … doubled…
redoubled…then echoed through a vast array of well-placed
chambers…carefully scripted and choreographed channels…
unison mouthpieces contorting, intoning, piping and
projecting - non-stop - to a confounding, compliant, oblivious
and pliable legion of believers. All of it obscures the original
unprovoked attack.
This particular screeching shrew is no ordinary fool.