Do the Rich and Powerful F*** with the Poor and Weak for Fun?

Crumby knows he swore off politics. And this here is not politics. No. This may be slightly related to politics. But it’s not entirely politics or political. That’s right. It’s more like sociology or social science. Social science. Huh-huh.

Anyhow. Recall that the rich and powerful Jeffe of the Booblican Republic, sissy, licky Ricky, recently lied to the Falangist Daily about shooting a coyote. That lie, automatically printed up in the paper, naturally produced a few outraged responses from the usual clavern of good government, environmentalist, animal lover types. Yet those tiny minority types are the very sort that sissy, licky Ricky meant to provoke. Yes. Sissy, licky Ricky meant to provoke a reaction from a despised minority.

Once provoked, sissy licky Ricky and all his rich and powerful friends got to sit back and laugh at or make sport of the miserable, impotent coyote lovers. Plus, the nature haters with which the rich and powerful are closely allied, can’t wait to vote for sissy, licky Ricky, one more time.

Course, some might wish that the gun allegedly employed might have been a bigger caliber. Uh. But actually, the caliber of the gun is part of the fun. Like real men don’t pack sissy 380s. So all those types, real men, get to feel superior to sissy licky Ricky because they pack real guns. Yet by a strange coincidence, the real men, having been assured that their guns are bigger than Ricky’s 380, are even more likely to vote one more time for their slightly effeminate jeffe. It’s like reverse psychology. Or another name might be hairpin sociology. But no matter what you call it, the rich and powerful get to f*** with the poor and weak for fun.