The Manicou Report

Remember when you were a child and you couldn’t help but pick that scab on your knee? No matter what anyone said, or despite being constantly reminded that your bo-bo will get infected and your leg will fall off, you still had that desire to lift that scab and let the bo-bo bleed?

After all it was your bo-bo. It’s on your knee, it got there through your own actions. No one was going to tell you what you should or shouldn’t do with it.

Nevertheless, you tried to leave it alone just for the sake of those who told you too. You probably placed a Band-Aid there to separate it from your fingernails. You probably tried hard to forget it. You tried to go to jail.You tried to do something else to occupy your time or you tried watching TV. But you could just never really get it out of your head that you had a scab that “needed” your attention. And no matter how hard you tried, or how well thought-out the distractions were, in the end you just had to pick that damn bo-bo again.

I’ve been trying to find a parallel in the political world for this analogy, but it’s been so damn hard. I need some help.