Now this is just my opinion, okay?
I don’t know about any of you out there but I was more than a little creeped out watching the vice-president*** during last night’s debate.
I don’t think it was dull, studied and almost psychotic drone of his voice. Or the ease with which he gave voice to lies and misinterpretations of popular opinion. Or the doughy pallor of his face that gave him the appearance of a undertaker who seldom leaves his basement workshop.
I bet he smells like formaldehyde.
I don’t think is was even that weird pinkness around his eyes, particularly that thing on his left eye.
Or even the fly. Oh, that pesky black fly that found its way to his head and perched prominently there on camera. Like it had finally found the motherlode of all cowpies.
But even that fly couldn’t take more than a couple of minutes of that crap.
No, it was even the fly. I don’t think it’s not any one thing about him that gives me the shivers. Maybe it’s his totality that you see in the coldness of his eyes. It’s there even when they take on a pink tone.
And maybe coldness is the wrong word. Maybe hollowness would fit better. There is a quality of emptiness about him. And that can be a scary thing because it means that this space is not filled with goodness or grace or mercy. It lacks such things.
It is just a cold and dark hollow space beneath that corpse-like face.
Bone cold and dark.
And I–and again, I point out that this is my opinion– find that creepy as hell.
I used Norman Bates from Psycho to illustrate this post. Maybe I used it because we are in the month of Halloween.
Nah. It’s there mainly because I see the VP*** as the Norman Bates of VPs. If I were checking into a motel and the VP*** was behind the counter, I would get back in the car and head down the road. But beyond that, there is also a fly connection that seems to fit. Take a look.
Redtree Times 