The Vacuum Cleaner

The Republican party is a vacuum cleaner for bad ideas. It Hoovers them in, filling its belly with all kinds of garbage, living on trash,  poisons acting as the nutrient that sustains this body politic. 

Its system rejects even the tiniest morsel of sanity regarding its obsession with guns, the thought of ingesting but a hint of reality as to climate change making it nauseous, the idea of taxing the most entitled to try to at least help salve the wounds of the least entitled arriving with a warning label not to take a single bite.

Instead it lives on lies about voter fraud, on fear about the danger of minorities and immigrants, about the threat that Mickey Mouse and Dr. Seuss pose to our society. It spits out the smallest piece of tolerance or compassion for the LBGTQIA community. Instead it eats up the immorality of Donald Trump and consumes with relish his steady diet of insults and insipid comments.

And all this makes me sick to my stomach. We desperately need to throw out this vacuum for the awful truth is that it does not clean up a mess, it makes one. Every surface it touches only becoming dirtier. 

This party is nothing more than the trash it consumes.