Laws, like sausages, cease to inspire respect in proportion as we know how they are madeJohn Godfrey Saxe
I think that this particular phrase can now be applied to politics, in addition to law-making, in the United States.
While I am familiar with the process of sausage-making (“everything but the squeal!”), I try not to think about it too much so I can continue to enjoy eating sausages. Aside: same goes for haggis, which I fully endorse trying if you happen to be in Scotland and can get the real stuff, which is illegal in the US because it contains “airs”/lung tissue in addition to other stuff.
Before going to bed last night, I made the mistake of glancing at the news (I’m a news hound) and saw all kinds of things occurring that would have been unthinkable six years ago. I’ve already ranted about some of it, and I don’t want to rehash my rants, but I finally reached the horror that Alex (from A Clockwork Orange) must have felt while he was forced to watch violence with a drug meant to induce nausea when he witnessed violence.
How do I put this?
Giuliani’s motherfucking hair was running down his chin in rivulets!
And he doesn’t have much there to begin with.
But, honestly, things have gotten so absurd that I’m tired of watching this horrorshow sausage-making. I try to look away, but some asshole has me strapped in with my eyes pried open as I shriek in horror, screaming, “This is not the America I grew up in! Someone wake me up!”
Then some well-intentioned nurse stops by, adds some saline drops to my eyes to wet them and pats me on the shoulder, saying, “It’s ok, son.”
Note: I know that nadsat “horrorshow” means: good, well, wonderful, excellent. The use is intentional.