Remember High School English class? Of course you do. Particularly Lit classes, where you'd read something that you'd never otherwise have read, and the teacher would want you to interpret the deeper meanings. Correctly.
Well, we're back in High School, specifically in the cafeteria where there is a cool kids' table and everyone else, only now the "school" is virtual and it is actually a FeceBook group where the cool kids hang out. We'll label this group "D" which will become obvious soon. Now "D" started as an open group, anyone could see, anyone could comment. It is reported that a ghostly canine, residing at the rainbow bridge, actually commented on multiple occasions. Then "D" went private, members only, allegedly in anticipation of the chazerei around the November elections. Then came the flying monkeys led by HearNo, SeeNo, and SpeakNo and any monkey who crossed die Fuhrungsaffen were summarily excommunicated: no hear; no see; no speak. No longer allowed at, or even near, the cool kids' table.
This resulted in the obvious. The excommunicates created their own FeceBook group which we'll label "D-Prime" as it is a derivative of the group "D". Yes, we've jumped from High School Lit to High School Calc, but we will circle back. In "D-Prime" the monkeys are unleashed, saying and doing what they will, with the understanding they may be taken to task, perhaps with limited tact and no decorum. You lay out some bullshit and someone is likely to call bullshit on you. They may pile on, so you should proceed with caution and Nomex is advised, as this is the virtual world version of the playground where you learned social skills. You're gonna get some bumps and bruises, but you stand a chance getting smarter, stronger.
Inevitably "D" found out about "D-Prime" and die Fuhrungsaffen were pissed so they invaded "D-Prime" as "D-Prime" is open to all. You've just got to handle the heat. Turns out, the first interloper withered like a jellyfish on a hot beach because the excommunicates still didn't like the condescending, self-righteousness of the "D" monkeys, so they beat it back to the safety of their cushy, padded echo chamber, regaling die Fuhrungsaffen with the horrors of "D-Prime". Yet "D-Prime" saw an immediate surge in membership. Something was happening. Something the cool monkeys didn't understand. Because they're monkeys.
Let's get Lit. If this were something you had to read in that English class, what would this story really mean? Well, you'd have a poignant commentary on contemporary society and politics. There is one troop of monkeys that holds itself above all others believing they wield power over any and all others, and they freely share that belief. With all these others. They are the superior monkeys, or so they say, so they believe. Until a whole lot of the other monkeys quit believing. Then die Fuhrungsaffen could not deafen, could not blind, could not mute very many monkeys because they had driven them away.
Today we call die Fuhrungsaffen Democrats.
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