The forest or the trees?

One must marvel at the liberals’ hand-wringing humanity while we callous folk sit in a stupor, watching the nation implode. If conservatives only possessed an iota of such compassion, the nation would be a land of equity. A Paradise of Par. Where every drive would be downhill and gasoline was unfashionable. Progress for all in a green sea dotted with sparkling white windmills churning out the kilowatts. Where BLM is merely an extended BM. Ah, the utter unfairness of it all!

We are witnessing a higher political intellect at work. A noble task in motion, leveling the playing field for all colors, creeds, genders and UFO aliens. And it requires citizens to cinch up their belts, remain masked and sequestered while ushering in an open spigot of border-crossing innocents seeking haven, for some inexplicable reason, in this miserable land of inequity. Carrying with them an assortment of saleable drugs to entertain our youth, sharp stilettos to visit a yielding throat here and there, and a strain of this or that virus to compete with our existing Covid. Much can be said about the power of competition.

Little wonder that voting rights should be extended to undocumented people. Who needs an ID to scrawl a crayon mark on a ballot? It’s all about body count. Forget trivial issues like “voter awareness.” Simply place your trust in our existing government. One that champions drive-by ballot harvesting to make life far more convenient.

Such heartfelt logic became vividly apparent on a recent day, as Finley Point lay burning along the east shores of Flathead Lake. A sizable number of caring individuals bemoaned the tanker planes scooping water from the lake to cool the nearby flames encroaching on homes. “How horrible ...think of all the fish those guys are killing with each refill!”

No mention of the countless variety and number of crispy critters consumed in the conflagration nearby. It’s all about the forest or the trees.

—Gary Vinson, Kalispell