By using them as a metaphor for the Wokester Left.
If you’re unfamiliar with the single-celled parasite toxoplasma gondii, it probably means you’re a cat lover, and if you are a cat lover it likely means you have an infection called toxoplasmosis gondii and therefore have no idea you’re sick. All you know is, you can’t get enough of cats, which is exactly what the bacillus intends. And if you have the misfortune to be a small animal, such as a mouse, the disease causes you to lose your fear of the predators, turning you from prey into lunch in short order.
So it is with what Elon Musk has called the “woke mind virus” now found today on the international Left. Like toxoplasmosis, it seems to thrive chiefly among females, although both sexes are well represented. Its symptoms are an unaccountable compulsion to cozy up to your deadliest enemies, to soothe them and coddle them and caress them until one day they finally eat you. It’s suicidal, of course, but such is the power of the virus.
Ah, but kittens are cute, you say. What harm can there be in “rescuing” one of the little darlings? And then two, then three, then eight, then a house full of them? Once infected, you can’t stop. The bug has caused you to lose all fear for your own safety or well being, and dedicates you entirely to serving its cause, which is its survival, not yours.
A couple was found dead inside their Yorktown home this week with nearly 150 cats inside. The man and woman were discovered Monday after a request for a welfare check at the home on Cordial Road. Yorktown police found the couple dead but were not able to investigate further due to the number of cats inside the home. “I’m surprised people could live inside with the conditions present,” said Yorktown Police Department Chief Robert Noble.
Well, they did until they didn’t. And so it is with geo-politics and the noxious poison known as “wokism” or whatever the shape-shifting radical Left is calling its war on Western civilization today. The goal, like the parasite found in cat poop, is to get well-meaning, big-hearted, but soft-headed fellow travelers to lose their fear of consequences and only see the adorable objects of their pity. World peace! Who could be against that?
But dangerous predators, no matter how small or cute or cuddly, have teeth and a willingness to use them on whatever fool crosses their path. Just two decades after 9/11, Osama bin Laden is suddenly a pop star. Who had that on his bingo card?
Who indeed. Then again though, I named this here websty in the expectation that the sudden resurgence of national pride and “unity” in the immediate aftermath of 9/11—incited as it was not by deep-seated patriotic fervor but by shock and terror—would be gone like smoke in a strong wind in no time at all, wafted off into total dissipation on a gale-force blast of the Left’s enduring hatred for America, its founding ideals, its people, its prosperity, and ultimately, for themselves.
The way I saw it, this superficial “unity” couldn’t possibly last for more than a few days, perhaps a week or two at most, before the Left’s innate Blame-America reflex would pick back up where it had momentarily left off. Sadly, I was right; as I recall, it was no more than three (3) days before the first “The US had it coming!” and “No blood for oil!” posters started showing up in street-facing apartment windows…in NEW YORK FUCKING CITY, of all places.
To my mind, the proper response to such unthinking, obnoxious perfidy could only be, must only be, cold fury: at the gross stupidity of it; at the blind, pig-ignorant malice galvanizing it; at the somber hint it provided regarding the country’s future (if any); most of all, at the considerable peril in which it would put the rest of us.
The Left as toxoplasmosis? Full-blown cancer, more like.
Mike goes on to deftly flesh out his kitteh/Lefteh comparison, offering ample justification for what at first glance looks like a badly strained metaphor and making it work in the end. His closing riff, ominous though it is, is dead on target.
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