The Democratic and Republican conventions are over. And the United States continues to lead the world not only in covid mortality, but in its ceaseless support of the fossil fuel industry. And the inevitable destruction of our current planetary ecosystem that is its goal.
So there is no hope for our planet or its many inhabitants, human and otherwise from either political party now.
Please get this.
But I was attending a convention in a secret wilderness location of the Mother Earth party.
Attending this convention were representatives of every animal species on earth. Most of whom are either endangered now by the destruction of their environment...or enslaved, imprisoned, and abused as sources of meat and milk for humans.
And very few humans attended. No surprise.
But the convention was in fact very exciting. And a bit disturbing. I was at a meeting of the party platform committee. Where we were determining what our party stood for ... Like political parties used to do before they became pure entertainment Sponsored by the (world destroying)billionaire class.
The owl who led the meeting was not optimistic:
Whoever we choose to save Our country must stand for the survival of our planet. Still, regardless of the candidate we select, we can't win the presidency in November. There are just too many selfish, evil, greedy, Republicans that will oppose any effort to save the planet!"
Then another prominent speaker and my candidate Mr Covid, spoke to the crowd. His glowing crown Of spikes was glinting in the sun:
"If I am nominated as your candidate I can deliver the final solution to the Republican problem. Let us simply assemble hundreds, even thousands of these evil Republicans in auditoriums, rallies, and then let ME rain down justice on these miscreants! And their families!"
General applause broke out instantly. The howler monkeys were going wild. And the chimps were throwing the usual...confetti.
But the sceptical toucan shouted over the hubbub:
"Don't be silly! Even Republicans aren't stupid enough to go maskless and shoulder to shoulder in this epidemic! And you know masks are quite effective in blocking YOU mr. Kung Fu Covid!" All while rattling her wings sarcastically and squinting her eyes.
Okay. She's a toucan.
It's not like she requires the dignity of the President of the United States.
The meeting descended into growls and screams.
But then the lion spoke up...Silence.
"I've got an idea. Let's have the president and his entire administration declare on some massive news broadcast, that the pandemic is OVER. Thanks to the brilliant strategies of our president. Humans have always been victims of the cult of personality. They will believe any lie that comes from the mouths of this leader and his minions. They will throw off their masks, celebrate, and keel over. "
"Then our candidate mr. covid ascends to the White House. And with him, finally...a plan to stop the terrible destruction of our homeland!."
The applause was deafening. But Miss Cheetah from World Wildlife News had a question. She was quick to spot the flaw.
" But everyone in America knows that this pandemic is still spreading like wildfire! Over a thousand deaths a day are being reported! How could any American be so stupid as to believe this?
"And what American LEADER could possibly be stupid enough to openly let loose this mass death ON HIS OWN FOLLOWERS? Killing his own voters? No one could be that stupid...not even a human. "
It was about this time that a sewer rat from New York City raised a tiny paw. He'd been conferring with a huge Russian bear.
I can't swear to it but I thought I might have seen a few rubles changing paws.
The rat spoke up. The bear smiled.
"We've got the man for the job. Found him right here in the NYC sewage system. Well okay. The real estate market. Same deal."
There was a titter of polite acknowledgement from the crowd. A few sceptical whispers.
"You will see," said his friend the lion.
The last night of the convention we watched Trump's acceptance speech from the south lawn. Shoulder to shoulder. No mask.
Mr Sewer Rat. You were right. All of us were incredulous. Even the crocodile, no stranger to the fetid swamp, couldn't pick his jaw up off the floor.
No. Never mind. He was just asleep.
Perhaps because even the howler monkeys were silent.
There was only one word that occurred to no one in this assembly. But might occur to you and me.
It would be incorrect. What other species would you blame for such evil?
It won't matter that Mr Covid will probably not make it to the ballot in 2020. Or that I will probably vote for the other senile old liar and corporate tool. As should you.
But Covid will win.
(As I was writing and publishing on my website “the hypnosis cure for covid, Free” a little wild bird first flew into my face within inches of my eyes. Then landed where you see it on my neck. And it played with my hair for several minutes as I typed on my cell phone. Her message: “Mother still doesn't want all of us to die. Thank you for saving all you can.” )
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