I recently read about how Florida is experiencing an epidemic of iguanas dropping out of the trees stone cold frozen and hitting people on the head.
This is sad, of course, but sometimes sad is also funny and I started to laugh until I realized that this situation could describe my own here in New England. When it gets in the single digits I feel I could just keel over, hopefully into a soft snow bank, and lay there stone cold out until eventually warming spring sun might begin to lay bare my frozen form and some nice person would remove me to a museum to thaw out.
Unfortunately, that would happen too soon to avoid the raucous excesses of the fall election, but if the weather cooperated I might be able to avoid the rest of the impeachment trial. So far, I have been listening and occasionally watching 53 senators disappear before our very eyes, keeling over kind of like those iguanas, senseless, unable to move or even allow the truth to sink in to their fear-frozen brains, chilled into numb acquiescence by the iniquity of he whose name I do not speak and all his cronies and enablers of whom there are far too many.
I find it shocking that a person can disappear so completely — abandoning all principles and postures and not showing a flicker of recognition of their past selves who made the exact same arguments only in the opposite direction to bag a Democratic president. Not a single gesture to redeem the lost. Only a frozen countenance and heated rhetoric that serves to deepen the national freeze by some perverse violation of the usual laws of dynamics between hot and cold.
Like global warming that confuses by causing extreme unusual cold as well as uncontrollable heat, the contorted arguments turn things upside down and intensify the rigor. At least with the iguanas, they are not choosing to keel over frozen. They are not trying to hit people on the head and send them to the emergency room. They have no choice; being cold-blooded animals, they can’t resist or counteract the cold and apparently they don’t have the sense to get themselves to a warmer place.
Not so our senators. They are choosing the deep freeze of fantastical, twisted reasoning, choosing to fall right off their logs into the frozen muck of lies and deception and malfeasance being perpetrated by our chosen leader. Unfortunately, the senators will not fall on his head, but on Lady Liberty’s. Someone get that lady some protection, please.
If we can build a missile defense system, surely we can figure out how to protect ourselves from frozen hypocrites. Can’t we?
Judith Wagner
Northfield