OUTSIDE THE BOX
The Boxer Rebellion. Boxer shorts. Boxers with cauliflower ears and memory loss. The box in a box in a box big surprise. His father boxed his ears one time too many and he whipped out a gun and blew the old man’s head off.
Children today. Right to bear arms. Boxed in a box canyon, they came riding out bareback with guns blazing. We called in the air strike. Dropped napalm and propaganda leaflets. Claymores and Tootsie Rolls.
The silent majority. The baker’s dozen. The odd man out. The wet dream and the American dream. There’s more truth and power in a single Emily Dickinson poem than in any revolution or manifesto.
The silent majority does not fear that the minorities will take over, it fears their absence of fear, which it translates into disrespect–for God; for the rule of law; for the stock market.
The hallmark of the silent majority is arrogance shored up with ignorance. The silent majority is not outraged by the outbreak of new minorities, it’s outraged that it can no longer lynch them.
Remember the Apache and the Navajo, silent minorities. Remember the Nez Perce and the Sioux. Remember who you’re dealing with when they invite you to sign their new treaty.