We’re living through a very bad nightmare. And there’s a damn good chance we’ll never wake-up from it in our lifetimes [which may be shortened].
As an unnamed friend of Instapundit puts it, in part:
What is happening now is basically America’s version of “It’s a Wonderful Life.” The President of the United States — supported to an exceptional extent by an electorate both uncomprehending and untrusting of the outside world — is Clarence the Angel, and he’s showing us what the world would be like if we’d never been born, Unsurprisingly, Bedford Falls is now Pottersville, and it’s a terrible place. Unfortunately we do not get to revert to the tolerable if modest status quo at the end of the lesson: George Bailey will eventually have to shell the town and retake it street by street from Old Man Potter’s Spetsnaz.
But the larger point here is not what’s happening, because what’s happening is obvious. Things are falling apart. The point is how fast it’s come. It takes the blood and labor of generations to build a general peace, and that peace is sustained by two pillars: a common moral vision, and force majeure. We spent a quarter-century chipping away at the latter, and finally discarded the former, and now that peace is gone. All this was the work of decades.
I really am finding it hard to write anything these past few days. The world is aflame because the Pax Americana has been seriously damaged by the man[-child] put in charge of it. He was put in his position by a large group of the American People who seem to have a death wish, although they’re too damn stupid to know it…or care.
The mechanisms put in place by The Founders to get rid of incompetents and Tyrants are being allowed to rust and the Article V proceedings seem to have foundered.
Since none of the Republicans have any testicular fortitude, which means that The Jarrett Junto will be able to finish it’s term [and, perhaps, never leave], the only solution, it seems, is to……..well…if I said the rest, I’d be arrested.
But I’m very sure that I’m not the only one whose thoughts have turned this way — leaving aside whether we should look to that as a reasonable solution or not.
1 Keep not thou silence, O God: hold not thy peace, and be not still, O God.
2 For, lo, thine enemies make a tumult: and they that hate thee have lifted up the head….
—Psalm 83
