When words fail
I write, and I’m supposed to always have words for what’s happening in the world. But today I find it difficult to summon them.
The installed Occupant of the White House canceled a planned trip to a long-time ally in a fit of pique, because he actually thought he was going to go there to negotiate the sale of one of its territories to the US, like two nobles in early medieval Europe swapping territory as collateral for a loan.
This Occupant is also glowingly retweeting a Jew-turned evangelical-turned Jew again stating that he’s the promised Messiah of the Jews, and that Jews in the US are apostates and Christ-killers for not seeing the divine evidence.
We have reached the part of this regime most of us feared: an unhinged lunatic occupying the highest office in the land, his finger on the nuclear button, our fates resting on his deranged whims.
Damn to hell all those who voted for him, because they couldn’t vote for “her”. Damn all those who gave in to their fear and hatred of the Other, because they saw their unearned privilege falling away.
Damn to hell those who didn’t vote, who, in the most consequential election in American history since 1860, frittered away their franchise and stayed home, watching the latest reality show. Damn them for refusing to recognize the peril this nation faced.
Damn to hell those who didn’t vote for him, but, still, couldn’t bring themselves to vote for “her”. Voting third party was just as well as voting for the Occupant. They, too, frittered away their votes, in an effort to have what they considered a clean conscience.
Once we survive this, people will clamor to claim they were with the Resistance. “Oh, no, I was always against him. He was insane.” And I will laugh at them darkly and curse them for their delusions. We will become a country of Germans, aghast that innocents were being murdered just outside of town. “We didn’t know what the smokestacks were for.”
Many more people will die because of those who voted for him, didn’t vote at all, or voted for anyone other than “her”. How many? I don’t know, but I fear the numbers will be high. All because we were, yes, decadent, and thought that what happened in 1933 couldn’t happen here in 2016. It could have, and it did, and now we’ll have to rebuild.
This could have been so easily avoided. The choice was stark. But to a population addled with bread and circuses, the danger wasn’t apparent. It was just another show, another entertainment. “He tells it like it is.” “He’s a hoot.” Ask the children in cages if that’s true.
I have no explanation why our country descended into apathetic madness. But we’ll have to atone for this sin for decades to come. If we survive that long.
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