Images courtesy of Marvel comics
As I’ve mentioned, I read comic books—and a comic book is going to explain the greatest weapon we have against the Orange Gangster.
Now this is going to take a little explaining, so don’t go TL:DR on me:
I’m sure most of you have heard of the Fantastic Four—even if you’ve never read a comic book you know the quartet: Reed and Sue Richards, Johnny Storm and Ben Grimm.
The name of their primary villain has become part of the American lexicon: Doctor Doom.
We know the Orange Gangster is not much of a reader, so I suspect he has had someone read some of the issues to him, and he probably envisions himself as the FF’s greatest villain. But Marvel Comics’ greatest quartet has a pest that is closer to what he is than the sinister Dr. Doom.
That pest is the Impossible Man.
The Impossible Man is an alien who could become anything he could imagine. Reed Richards called him the most dangerous entity in the universe because he was literally unstoppable.
How did this dangerous alien use his ability while on earth?
He used it to make himself a giant pain in the ass.
The Impossible Man did everything he could to draw attention to himself.
People couldn’t help but notice his antics because he was insufferable.
This is when Reed Richards formulated a way to defeat him—and it was the toughest thing in the world to do.
The solution was to ignore the Impossible Man.
No matter how obnoxious (and dangerous) the Impossible Man became, people were told not to pay attention to his actions.
Naturally, like any other spoiled brat, the Impossible Man started trying to attract even more attention.
And people continued to ignore him.
Which brings me to the point of this post.
The Orange Gangster—and the sycophants around him who are actually running this country—THRIVE ON ATTENTION.
This clown car of the ignorant and imbecilic do and say incredibly stupid things because they know people will pay attention—even though THEY KNOW most of the manure that they spew will never happen.
The cult of personality that placed Orange Gangster back into the People’s House dutifully parrot his statements, because they know it will evoke a reaction in most rational people.
I have a person who I worked with almost fifty years ago who is one of the parrots.
We called him a curmudgeon in 1979—in reality he was a racist who disguised his venom as part of his just being the Archie Bunker of our work place.
For some reason I have him as a Facebook friend.
This means that like the troll under the bridge he will pop up, say something INCREDIBLY ASININE and hope people will react to it.
He did this a couple of weeks ago—and it got me incensed enough where I was about to respond—then I stopped.
My responding would give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had gotten my attention, which is really all he wanted—to make himself insufferable.
To draw attention to himself.
To make himself a pain in my ass.
The greatest weapon the acolytes of Orange Gangster have is our responding to the steaming piles they leave.
This is not a new tactic—hell, Seattle’s version of Alex Keaton (look up the character) made his bones by irritating a person to the point that the person cursed him out on live TV.
It got that person fired and made the person responsible into one of Seattle’s media elite for close to two decades.
That person is still irritating people on the radio, but guess what, he’s become a forgotten entity.
Why?
Because now, people IGNORE HIM!
I know it’s tough—I know people who doomscroll the antics of Orange Gangster on seemingly an hourly basis—and then post about these antics.
We need to stop feeding the beast.
We need to stop giving him and his acolytes the satisfaction of knowing how much they irritate/anger us.
We need to go into the new year with the resolve to not let them know they’re getting on our last nerve.
Because that is the greatest weapon we have—they can’t stand being ignored.
What did the Impossible Man do when people started ignoring him?
He had a tantrum and left the planet.
We know that won’t happen to the failed game show host (even though we can hope he’ll go up in one of Elon’s toy rockets and not come down). But it will lower your blood pressure—and raise theirs.
Until Next Time.
Thoughts From A Short Round Black Man 