When B.S. Gets Old It Stinks

Anybody who has spent time around a farm knows this.

Put a bull in a corral and leave him there, and pretty soon he is standing in his own mess. Every step he takes, he steps in it. Every breath he takes, he smells it.

The bull does not like that. Nobody would. But here is the thing about a bull. He does not blame himself for the mess. He blames the fence.

So he paces. He snorts. He leans on the rails. He looks for the weak spot. He wants out. And when a bull wants out, it is not because he wants to go somewhere clean. He wants out so he can take that mess with him and spread it around, so everybody else has to smell what he has been standing in.

Now, on a farm there is a machine made for exactly that job. It is called a manure spreader. You load it up, hitch it behind a tractor, and it flings the stuff across every acre you drive over. A spreader does not care where it lands. It just throws.

And somebody has to drive that tractor. The bull does not do it himself. He has a man for that.

I want you to hold that picture in your head, because I think it tells you exactly where this country is right now.

Last week the voters built a fence. They did it the right way, with ballots. They took away both houses of Congress from the people who had been running wild. They put a corral around the bull.

And what has the bull done since? Exactly what bulls do. He is pacing. He is angry. He is leaning on the rails. Instead of looking at the mess under his own feet, he is blaming the fence. His people are out there saying the voters made the wrong choice.

That is a bull talking. A bull never thinks he made the mess.

Now look at who is lined up to drive the spreader. The hardest fighters they have are moving into position, in the White House and on the House floor. Their job is not to clean up. Their job is to keep the stuff flying, so loud and so far that you start to think the whole country smells like that.

It does not. Most of the country smells just fine. The stink is coming from one corral.

Here is the lesson every farmer learns young. You do not fight the bull. You fight the fence. You keep it strong. You check the rails. You fix the weak spots before he finds them. A good fence does the work so you do not have to get in there and wrestle him.

And if you contain the bull, you contain the spreader too. That machine needs a load. If the bull stays in the corral, there is nothing new to haul out. The spreader just sits there in the barnyard, rusting, with its driver standing beside it looking for something to do.

So what is our fence?

It is the Congress the voters just handed a new majority. It is the courts that have already told this crowd no more than once. It is the law, the Constitution, and the oath that soldiers and judges and members of Congress all swear to. Those are the rails. They held this year. They need to hold for two more.

But here is the part that falls on you and me.

A spreader only works if the stuff lands somewhere. Every time one of us takes their latest outrage and passes it along, we are helping spread it. Every angry share, every shouting match, every time we let them pick the fight of the day, we are loading the spreader for them.

They want you to smell it. They want you to be so tired of the stink that you give up and walk away. That is the whole plan. Wear you out. Make you think the whole farm is ruined.

Do not do their work for them.

Keep your feet clean. Check what you share before you share it. Talk about what is true and what matters. Call your representatives. Show up. Keep your eyes on the fence and let the bull wear himself out.

Because that is what happens to a bull in a corral. He can snort and stomp for a while. But a bull that cannot break out eventually runs out of steam. He stands there in his own mess with nobody to blame and nowhere to go.

That is where we want him. Not hurt. Not chased. Just held. Held by the rules this country already has, until the next time the voters get to speak.

B.S. is like anything else. When it is fresh, some folks will believe it. When it gets old, it just stinks. And this country has been smelling it long enough to know the difference.

Keep the fence strong. Keep the gate shut. And do not load the spreader.

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This post was drafted with AI governed assistance and reviewed and directed by Michael S. Faust Sr. before publication.

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