Jabberwocky Translated

Are there absolutely no solutions that both sides of the aisles of Congress could agree upon that could improve the stature of a nation without impacting the philosophical platforms of the other side. Has this epic federal fight really become just about party, and not even about the people represented by those in position of representation, but just about the representatives themselves. How did America let itself get hijacked by 535 narcissists?

The American Psychiatric Association defines the Narcissistic personality disorder as a condition in which people have an inflated sense of self-importance and an extreme preoccupation with themselves and with issues of power, prestige and vanity. How better to describe a group that grasps to hang onto the vestiges of power of a great nation as it yearns for leadership and instead gets jabberwocky.

Jabberwocky Translated

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Yes your excellencies, we can come back at brillig time. Will you have a moment then to discuss these matters of urgency or will you be engaged in mimsy with the borogoves?

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

Do I take it you are telling me to sidestep the other party? Why? Have they offered a villainous vision of our future America? No! They wouldn’t bite or scratch or claw. They too are Americans, are they not? And who or what its this ominous Bandersnatch? Does it fly from the East or the West?

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought —
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

Yes you defenders of our freedom, to wit I say, wherefore art thou manxome foe? Do not rest our narcissists for we cannot afford the pleasures of the Tumtum tree. Think nigh upon our critical fate lest we be overtaken by our foes.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

No my dear Jabberwock, you mustn’t burble, you mustn’t whiffle. Our nation and our world sits in wonder of your flaming eyes. They must be inflamed with the consciousness of our dire needs. No! No! tell me not of the uffish thought you have. Do not break my heart knowing that it is of keeping your narcissistic derrieres in power!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

You marched into the chambers of the Jabborwock two by two and slung your vorpal blades against our debt ceiling and our future. It flung back as if to say et tu Brute?

“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.

Now parties Pubs and Dems have retreated to their dens and open arms they cheer to one another, O frabjous day! We live to fight another. Their joy is hard to understand as America teeters on its end.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Men and Women of the American Congress, the time is brillig and we have no more for slithy toves. Get ye gimble in the wabe and stop this mimsy before the American people rise up and mome with raths outgrabe.

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