1 In ages of unreason deliberation has no place logic's locked up awkward facts are told to shut their awkward face while discussion — however innocuous or innocent — is only allowed to occur if and when the dogmatic mobs' religion's high priests have all conferred and agreed to grant permission. In ages of unreason even the feeblest expression of anything so heretically rational as divergence from or skepticism of the Great Sacred Narrative is considered sacrilegious looked upon as blasphemous and is every bit as forbidden as inquiry or debate while judiciousness and wisdom are zealously replaced by an unwavering blind allegiance and obedience to an ill-advised faith in the outsourcing of cognition. In ages of unreason purposely provoked emotions are routinely sent on missions to extinguish the sin of clear thinking and to either hijack or bypass intelligence with a view to boosting the mad attraction of mindless genuflection to dangerously fashionable acutely irrational cults which though humourless would — if personified — resemble self-destructive clowns because sadly the funny thing about foolish and stupid is this: the worse things get the more they double down.
"The worse things get/ the more they double down." Indeed. If it doesn't work, try harder. And those "birds of a feather stick together." No matter what.
(And I can't resist: soon, off the cliff the herd will fall, as at Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump.)
This poem was revised on FEB 24, 2025.
I love this poem so much.
"The worse things get/ the more they double down." Indeed. If it doesn't work, try harder. And those "birds of a feather stick together." No matter what.
(And I can't resist: soon, off the cliff the herd will fall, as at Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump.)
I'm with ya — I really like this one too.
I appreciate your analogy choice of Head-Smashed-In since buffalo jumps are/were real things — unlike the cliched lemmings myth.