Review

I had the pleasure of sharing one of my stories with a friend the other day. It was one called The Triangle Republic. After he read it he looked at me and pondered the political message that was no doubt veiled within. I thought about it myself and figured I would be able to express a concise summary of its message. After all, I had spent many an hour outraged as my naive brain struggled to comprehend the difficult truth that all politics is nothing more than a battle to gain the power to steal the fruits of my labor for interests contrary to my own. I wrote it in the throws of outrage at government and, well, society as a whole. I must have had some sort of point. But, when I really thought about it, there is no specific political message to this tale. The pushers, although they look like elephants, are not Republicans. The screamers, although they have hooves like donkeys, are not Democrats. It's simply a story about a bunch of retarded monsters using all of their strength, ingenuity, and mental abilities to stop the whole damn herd from falling over a cliff to certain death. It's about cooperation, courage, ingenuity, compassion, and will. But, most of all, it's about plain old stupidity...most of all, my own. It is about my own willingness to blindly hobble along beside whoever is next to me and eat whatever falls in front of me. I will certainly continue to do so until I am dangling over the edge, and will then hang helplessly until some other monster freaks out and I fall into that salty sea below. I will splash and complain, trying to hear or feel until I happen upon my next yang. Who knows whether I will scream or push or just somehow bump into it. Maybe I'll drown, who knows. Perhaps what they say is true, and a lonely mute did jump over the side. If so, I certainly hope that mute is hungry.