Twatapotomas

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Twatapotomas is not a river passing through Washington D. C.. It's not Lana from the television show "Archer". It is, rather, an ungainly, usually male, self-important, lecherous, ill tempered sort of twat. It's the sort of twat that makes one sit up and take notice. Millions could be crowded into the National Mall in Washington D. C. and a lone twatapotamos would make itself known at once.

In the United States there is a long, unbearable history of twatapotama wheedling their way into money, power and politics. These loathsome creatures insert themselves into every strata of society and impose their wills upon the rest of us. Because they get their tiny, KFC greasy hands into everything, no laws or policies will insulate us from the toxic effects of whatever substitutes for thinking in the minds of these lizard people.

It takes something more like a grass roots approach to replace the current mishigas with something more akin to sort of freedom envisioned by the less imbecilic among us. To paraphrase Bill O'Reilly, personal responsibility is needed. We need to demonstrate by our own good behavior, our genuine efforts to be open and to effectively communicate, our obvious good will despite those occasions that racism and such might make our skin crawl, our willingness to be above petty insults, divisiveness, anger, blind hate; all of the awful shit that makes our lives at best inconvenient, and at worst terrifying.

We need to be proactive as well. It can start with a conversation at work, maybe followed up with a dinner invitation.