Analysis of Extremely Ridiculous

I know this is going to sound,
Extremely ridiculous.

'From you?
What makes you believe to think,
That would enter my mind.
Expecting it.
Give me a chance,
To become overwhelmed...
By my own self inflicted humiliation.
Go ahead.
Be ridiculous.'

Think about this:
Why on this planet,
Would anyone to believe...
They are ALL OF THAT.
Live a privilege life,
In an isolated and gated community.
Call themselves the superior majority race.
Then drive for hours; hundreds of miles.
Clearly out of their comfort zone.
To them claim to have it believed,
People who live in the same country.
And native born citizens.
Disparaged and historically discriminated.
Have their communities torn apart by racism.
And socially, economically deprived.
Attract to themselves,
So called patriots protesting...
Over theories of being replaced,
By folks who have contributed more...
To their quality of life than they have!

'And...
The extreme sound of ridiculousness?
Comes to hear it, when?'

When...
They attempt to explain a picture painted,
Needing not a word from them to be heard.

'And, this picture They have painted.
Without explanation needed.
Ultimately proves, what?'

There is more missing in the attic,
Than common sense gone unused.
Someone has been taught to survive,
On a blown fuse in complete darkness...
For multiple generations!

'You know...
You say to save the most ridiculous things,
I have never heard before in my life.
To then look at me,
As if you have made sense of something...
I understand to comprehend,
What on Earth...
This Earth,
You are talking about.
What does any of this have to do,
With someone returning...
Back into their own home.
In darkness.
Looking for whatever they can not find,
In a darkened attic.
Without replacing a blown fuse.
To believe they can do this...
Without the use of light!?'

You were close.
Almost there.
But, no cigar!

'Now...
That right there?
What you just said?
THAT...
Mighty Wizard of ODD Balls,
Is...
And this day forward I declare,
Your complete and total divorce...
From reality.
Normal...reality!
You know,
The kind of reality understood to be...
A little different?
But your stuff comes from Uranus.'

Nope!
You want me to go there but I'm not!