It's damn hard
Will the earth stop rotating counterclockwise?
Will pigeons stop pooping on statues?
Will ham operators stop being square?
Will gardeners stop hating squirrels?
Will fire stop being hot?
Will journalists stop aiding and abetting Sharpton's race war now that the effects have hit home?
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It's damn hard to find good rhetorical constants now that the Pope is no longer Catholic and apple pie is a gluten-infested poison and motherhood is an unimaginable sin. You have to invent some clunky misfit metaphors that don't resonate well. I think I finally hit the mark with the last one.