The Pied Piper of D.C.

I face a dilemma.  It will make no difference but, seeing human health and lives sacrificed to Fear, I feel compelled to speak.

When villagers reneged on paying the Pied Piper of Hamelin one thousand guilders for piping their rats into the Weser River, the charmer returned to dance their children into the River or—accounts vary—a cave and never seen again.

Failing to pipe all of Barack Obama‘s rats from his Village, proving tragically incapable of leading America through a COVID-19 pandemic, seeing his prospect for reelection inexorably slip toward a cliff, hoping True Believers can pull him back from the edge, The Pied Piper of D.C. stages star-spangled, red-white-and-blue “Campaign Rallies,” tosses out Red Caps and t-shirts, boasts, bullies, clowns, insults—“Pocahontas.” “Sleepy Joe.” “You’re a terrible reporter.” “You ask stupid questions.”—but not one substantive word!

Mocking experts’ counsel to wear masks and maintain social distance, like the rats and children of Hamelin, Donald Trump hazards the health and lives of followers with shoulder-to-shoulder, back-to-back COVID 19 “Super-Spreader” events in homage to a single Monster Ego!