Thursday, December 19, 2019

How hangs the fruit of Madison?





Many pundits sound worried - worry
being their stock in trade, it has
a happy edge to it - that if the
US Senate is so far gone into the
hollowed out pulp of probity that
it simply cannot conduct a trial -
then the most pervasively corrupt
Administration ever to be deliver-
ed to its dock might simply light
on no more than an expanded feast.

They could be right, you say. Rare
is the advancement of putrefaction
so lacking in suspense, as to hold
no further nibble for the lowest
taste of the foulest appetite. But
who wishes to prove that verdict?





No, the keener problem, as it
appears to our view, is that
the context of judgment might
now have shifted from its or-
iginal morbidity of predation,
to a kind of hilarity of pre-
monitory release, as if some
hideously fulminated orange
were about to plop free from
its self-executing branch, on-
ly to roll into the nursery 
as mythologically mistreated.

It seems as if we no longer
quibble over how repulsive a
fruit can become, that's over-
stayed its season. Rather, at
issue is to avoid the re-runs.

















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