An Occuplague has infected the land, its victims congregated in shoddy tent villages in the nation’s cities, filthy quarantines as immune from sanitation as from sanity. The zombified activists, delusionally calling themselves “the 99%,” have taken to wallowing in filth and feculence, manifesting the putrefied state of their decrepit politics.
And following after the disease that ravages their propaganda-basted minds, the pale horse of pestilence has finally arrived upon the encampments.
Tuberculosis, the 19th century illness of ‘consumption’ reflecting the occupants’ 19th century ideology of Marxism, has already appeared in the barbarous shanty towns.
A scourge known only as ‘Zucotti Lung‘ has broken out at one of the sleaziest metropolitan bases.
Brewing in the deteriorating Obamavilles are scatological illnesses borne by food and fecal matter: their names are Salmonella, E. Coli, and Campylobacter, the latter an exceptional synonym for the bivouac inhabitants themselves.
Soon the infested will be vomiting up the gastrointestinal equivalent of their regurgitated sloganeering, empty phrases both toxic and devoid of edification. Their imagined palliative of Obamacare will smooth their transition from metaphysical to actual death; eventually their chants for more extreme socialized medicine will transform to cries of “Bring out your dead!”
The mobus vulgus are an excrescence of the left-wing cancer at the heart of the body politic, which itself has metastasized to, and indeed, has taken over the Democrat Party. Whether or not the inoculation of Constitutional conservatism can be dispensed to enough of the voting public before the radical disease becomes fatal is unclear.
Radical diseases demand radical treatment. No moderate approach will be able to save the patient. Our politics have already reached a fevered-pitch, and many citizens are delusional with visions of utopian grandeur, making implicitly violent demands of the conservative majority to fulfill their every schizoid fantasy.
America has become the sick man of the world. But before the Republican Party can administer proper medicine and order a diet of fiscal restraint, the doctors must first heal themselves. A little syrup of Ipecac administered at the party primaries might just do the trick.