Poor Rip Van Winkle!

 

 

Sometimes I think that I relate the most to the legendary character Rip Van Winkle who fell into a magically tinged drunken stupor to awaken 20 years later in a completely different world.  When I read news and current events articles, or watch TV I really feel like a man who has been comatose for half a lifetime.  I truly don’t recognize the world around me anymore.

The truly amazing thing about the self-proclaimed “progressive” is that just when you think that they can’t get any more bizarre, they do something so bizarre that it boggles your mind!  I mean, it just doesn’t matter how insanely stupid their last lunacy was – somebody in that movement will figure out a way to go even crazier.  I keep seeing the little squirrel yelling. “It’s not a competition! We’re all crazy!”  Out there on the left – and it isn’t even very far left anymore – it really does seem to be a competition to see who can come up with the craziest position, idea, or thing to be offended by.  Really hard to believe – it seems like when I feel asleep people tried very hard not to appear overtly stupid or crazy in public, and now they freaking parade their stupidity and insanity proudly in public!

Poor Rip Van Winkle!  When he drank the magic moonshine people would go to great lengths to keep their perversions and rampant insanities secret.  He wakes up in a world where perversions and grotesque examples of insanity parade publicly, and where politics and popular culture celebrate and reward it.  When he fell asleep that afternoon in the Catskills, no middle – aged man would ever parade around wearing a baby doll dress, pretending to be a woman.  He wakes up in a world where one has been elevated to be the assistant Secretary of the US Department of Health, and advocates in a Senate hearing for allowing 5-year-old children to choose their own gender!

Poor Rip Van Winkle!  When he fell asleep, his country had struggled mightily to give girls and women full access to all aspects of economic and social life.  In those long-ago days before his stupor, public schools and colleges had been encouraged – some even said that they were forced – to develop all girls teams in almost all sports to give young women full access to athletic self – expression.  In the bizarre world that he finds on awakening, the federal government has “decreed” that males “who identify as women” can compete in women’s sports.

Poor Rip Van Winkle!  He is baffled to learn that the great children’s books written by Dr. Seuss have been banned RVP thinks of the generations of children who learned good life lessons from odd looking, rhyming characters.  Rip is lost, adrift in a world that seems to be careening at breakneck speed toward a collision of catastrophic proportions.  He thinks that if there were some sort of stated goals or sense of direction and purpose, he might not feel as lost.  He remembers that there seemed to be purpose and direction in the world he knew – expanding opportunities in our society – but, all that he sees here is a society careening out of control, running Pell Mell into ever more societal disarray.

Poor Rip Van Winkle!  As if the assault on Dr Seuss was not enough, the baffled time traveler stumbled across a headline in today’s news stating that the old cartoon character Pepe Le Pew, the incurably romantic French skunk “perpetuated rape culture.”  Poor old Rip!  Nothing, it seems is sacred from the attacks of the totally deranged “progressive” assault on normal American society. Rip remembers watching the old cartoons and thinking that he didn’t want to be like Pepe.  He didn’t want to smell bad and chase the girls away.  He also remembers that by the time he knew what rape was, he had forgotten all about Pepe le Pew.

Poor Rip Van Winkle!  He is wishing that there could be some reason returned to the world that is careening rapidly into chaos..