Music Monday: Bullet With Butterfly Wings

It’s one line in particular that leads me to this Music Monday song.

Despite all my rage/I am still just a rat in a cage

Entering (for me) Week three of working from home and trying to be productive, I feel like a rat in a cage. As my sojourns out of the house are limited to grocery stores, Target, and Walmart to restock food and supplies as best as possible and to the park for a daily constitutional and a breath of fresh air, it’s hard to not feel a bit trapped.

I’ve long joked about becoming a hermit, and on some level sheltering in place has given me a chance to see what this life would be like. This extreme level sucks — mainly because the option to do other things has been taken away involuntarily. It would be different if it was my choice to not go outside but I still had the option to do things.

However, this is necessary because of a grand level of failure. Failure by others to take the threat that this virus poses seriously. But mainly the failure of leadership by the person who resides at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington D.C.

Granted, I don’t know if we should have expected him to do anything. He’s a malignant narcissist with traces of sociopathic behavior. He’s a grfiter. He’s a wannabe thug who is wholly incapable of seeing things outside of the framework of a transaction that works in his favor and his favor only. He has to win at all costs. He’s incapable of empathy.

And he will be directly or indirectly responsible for the deaths of thousands, not caring one bit about them — especially if they are “against him”.

This broken human being, elevated by other selfish ghouls who were also only out for themselves and their bank accounts/portfolios, can only be concerned about his ratings. Because in times like these, when those who are scared and worried are looking to the White House for leadership and information, are being confronted by a guy who has no clue what he’s talking about, no clue what he is doing, being advised by people interested in bringing about the end of days.

And there are still about 35–40 percent of people in this country blindly supporting this jackwagon because he’s sticking it to those liberals. Who would probably look at the words I am writing and screech, “See? He’s triggered another snowflake! He’s doing what he promised!” while gasping for breath because they decided to hold a “Corona Party” last Friday night.

But despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage. And I sit inside my cage, full of impotent rage, listening to Billy Corgan’s nihilistic song with the primal scream right before the final breakdown, worried that this country has hit the point where we cannot be saved.

I won’t be watching his press conferences, though. I won’t give him that satisfaction. That’s one fractional rating point he will never, ever get.