As the pack of lemmings approached the precipice a few in the front warned the rest what would happen if they continued to follow the same course. Most were persuaded that those foreword observers were exactly right; it would be detrimental to proceed in this way. But in the rear huddled a very small contingent that couldn’t actually see what others could, only what they imagined to be true. They could not see the disaster awaiting them or believe those who could. In short order this very small but noisy group began to make pronouncements to the frightened crowd. They urged them to surge forward for glory, for the right, for the freedom of all lemmings. And the rest, against their better judgement, shrugged their little shoulders and moved passively toward the edge of a fate that was entirely avoidable.
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And there you have it…
congress! Ugh!
Great metaphor! And I’m afraid a lot of the public are lemmings, as well