Democrat Deer Stare into the Headlights of History – at the New American Digest

What can be going through a deer’s mind just before the deer’s head goes through the windshield? The dazzle? Something so bright that it overwhelms the flight impulse which always comes before the fight reaction? Or is it just “Wha. . . ?”

The tendency of deer to freeze when caught in the sudden glare of an oncoming disaster is so well recognized that it has evolved into the familiar catchphrase; a phase used for any life situation in which the threat is so overwhelming and sudden that no survival reaction is possible. Instead, the animal remains rooted in place — a dead parrot nailed to its perch, as it were.

We now see this dazzled perch nailing acted out daily along the Information Highway where an increasingly large number of our fellow citizens have assumed this dazed position on the highway of history. Like many ruminants they seem surprisingly content to stand spot-welded to the tarmac as the glare of progressive ruin and the promise of Democrat destruction rolls towards them, air horn suspiciously silent.

Some people think the deer are not innocent when they step into the headlights. Some people think the deer seek out their dazzled drop into oblivion. I’m starting to agree with this stone-cold estimate of their irreversible stupidity. 

To ensure they can neither flee nor fight, our current cohort of glare-frozen furbutts has elected a government whose actions mirror theirs in a kabuki of cowardice — a herd of Congressional and Senatorial Bambis, if you will. This part of the herd, as a reward for their obsessive compulsion towards embracing bankruptcy, the looting of the Constitution, the conversion of the military into eunuchs, the sanctification of institutionalized cowardice, and the worship of a drool-cup-filling President, is actually praised by the scribblers snorting among them.

The scribblers’ praise extends to the President as he dodders about in his Depends to universal swooning while making manifest the policies of treason he promised, though none dare call it so. Throughout the history of the Republic, we’ve seen many popular delusions of the mob rise and capture the nation, but we’ve never seen the towering tsunami of the mutual admiration society madness rise this high before. . . . .

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