Hand Me My Fiddle

The story that the Roman emperor Nero played the fiddle while Rome burned is, of course, wrong. The violin would not be invented for many centuries after the Roman empire fell. If Nero did actually play an instrument while watching the fires consume Rome, it was a lyre. Nero fancied himself a bit of an artist, after all. But the image of the great emperor playing an instrument as fire rampaged through the capitol of the known world at that time is a compelling one. It's a powerful image of someone who cares not for the damage that is happening around him, but treats the conflagration as an amusement.

So it is today with some of our citizens.

They are so fixated on trying to "get" a president that they have not been able to beat at the polls, that they have lost all perspective, They rant and rave daily, growing ever more strident, in an attempt to bring him down. If it damages the republic, they don't care. If it endangers their fellow citizens, they don't give a damn. If it advances their cause, they will do anything, no matter the cost. Paralyze politics? No matter to them. Stop all progress? Bah, nothing to the true believers.

So we get to see the spectacle of a left wing army of pundits and a left-biased media hounding after a president, a system of government, a civilization. Relentless, they pursue their goal. Bring him down at all costs. He must be destroyed. They will use the proven lies of a person they would not invite to dinner to accomplish what they have decided is their mission. They'll fixate on the "outing" of an, at best, third rate bureaucrat and use that to make headlines. No matter the cost, the goal must be achieved.

And while they fiddle with their causes and their attacks, the city burns.

Or will.