There is something to be said about Unicorns. Unicorns are supposed to be the rarest of animals. Legendary. A horsey with a large spiraling horn protruding from its forehead. Obviously, mythological. In popular culture, let’s see, there was an enormously entertaining mess of a movie called Legend came out in 1985 and starred Tom Cruise and Timothy some-or-other and other white people whose names escape me. I’m also pretty sure that the My Little Pony universe has unicorns in it (some brony correct me if I’m wrong) or maybe they’re all unicorns. Multicolored, androgynous, and inappropriate for adult-consumption unicorns. I’m not going to do any fact-checking on the My Little Pony thing, mostly because I’m an adult.
Even the Bible references a unicorn-like beast in its text. Unicorns are everywhere. Unicorns are nowhere.
Ben Carson is a man who grew up in a single-parent household, stabbed someone, and managed to over-achieve the American dream; he attended Yale where he received his degrees in psychology and then the University of Michigan where he received his M.D. He also became the director of pediatric neurosurgery at Johns Hopkins University by the age of 33. Took apart heads. Put them back together. Along the way, he managed to pick up some very conservative worldviews; which isn’t in itself very remarkable until you consider that he is a political neophyte. And Black. And he’s running for president. If you’ve lived in the United States of America for any length of time, at any point in time of its existence, you know this is a big deal. More so than Jesse Jackson, but less so than Barack Obama. Legendary stuff.
There’s something to be said about unicorns. There’s something to be said about Ben Carson.
I’m not really sure that anyone really needs to say it.