Out of Arkansas - The Time Has Come

Occasionally, say ten decades or so in trendy time, it seems that the entire world of human beings is collectively surprised by the realization that politics is exactly like making sausage. And there upon this awful apotheosis, hundreds, if not tens of hundreds, of grotesque rationalities are piled on piles of say-it-ain't-so until tens of millions of people, metaphorically speaking, actually believe the emperor is wearing clothes.

And so it goes until some bright person writes an explanation that only a child can understand.

Here's an excerpt from the work of one of those bright people, Lewis Carroll, as written in his Through the Looking Glass (And What Alice Found There):

The Walrus and the Carpenter Were walking close at hand;

They wept like anything to see Such quantities of sand:

"If this were only cleared away," They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year,

Do you suppose," the Walrus said, "That they could get it clear?"

"I doubt it," said the Carpenter, And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!" The Walrus did beseech.

"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, Along the briny beach: We cannot do with more than four, To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him. But never a word he said: The eldest Oyster winked his eye, And shook his heavy head -- Meaning to say he did not choose

To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young oysters hurried up, All eager for the treat: Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, Their shoes were clean and neat -- And this was odd, because, you know, They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them, And yet another four;

And thick and fast they came at last, And more, and more, and more -- All hopping through the frothy waves, And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter walked on a mile or so, And then they rested on a rock conveniently low: And all the little Oysters stood And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things: Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing-wax -- Of cabbages -- and kings -- And why the sea is boiling hot -- And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried, "Before we have our chat; For some of us are out of breath, And all of us are fat!" "No hurry!" said the Carpenter. They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said, "Is what we chiefly need:

Pepper and vinegar besides Are very good indeed -- Now if you're ready Oysters dear, We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried, Turning a little blue "After such kindness, that would be a dismal thing to do!" "The night is fine," the Walrus said "Do you admire the view?"

"It was so kind of you to come! And you are very nice!" The Carpenter said nothing but "Cut us another slice: I wish you were not quite so deaf -- I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said, "To play them such a trick, After we've brought them out so far, And made them trot so quick!"

The Carpenter said nothing but "The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said. "I deeply sympathize." With sobs and tears he sorted out those of the largest size. Holding his pocket handkerchief Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter. "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?" But answer came there none -- And that was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.

A decrepit survey of late asked "Would you like to be the mayor of Eureka?"

Seventy-two an a half percent chose option TWO, "I would rather kiss a cockroach."