Wednesday, August 22, 2018

The Death of America

          The reality is, we don't care any more how it’s done, or who does it. We don't care who we hurt, or who we neglect. We don't care how many suffer, how many starve, how many are beat into submission or die, as long as we can't see, hear or smell it, and as long as we think we are coming first, before all others – that is, until it's too late.

          So, don't give me any of your sanctimonious bullshit. Don’t preach to me that we are to seek out our best and the brightest to hold public office, for you have selected the worst and the most vulgar.  All we care about, now, is that we get our way, regardless of the cost.  Then, we bury our heads in our jobs with a smile and a prayer, and we feel happy just thinking that it's going to get better. That's what we live off of. That's what gets us up.  We hang all hope on the thought that some “god” was larger than life and promised that things would be better.

          In the past, politics didn’t matter as much because we were smart enough to select a president who, despite his own failings, really aspired for something bigger and better than who he and we are.  But this time, it’s a little different.

          America just got conned by the biggest con artist who has ever perfected a hustle.  We actually wanted to be conned. It felt good. It made us feel powerful to ignore the educated, the studied, the wise, the informed, and those with firsthand knowledge. We stood in our own killing fields, executing all the be-speckled ones because they would be witnesses and obstacles to our murders.

          This time, we picked a man who demonstrates no restraint.  He is a man who knows no bounds, no rule of law, and no morale compass.  He won't settle until he – like so many despots like him, who live to fulfill the expectations of their egos – has crushed all real or imagined enemies and has assumed all power.

          Good luck America. I hope you can enjoy, for a time, the pride of having pointed your fingers of blame upon everyone you deem weaker and less worthy than yourselves, and have shrunken from the promise of your ideals and best natures, and instead, have given into fear and hate. I hope you and the world can survive the actions of a paranoid delusional who now has more power than anyone should have, let alone a man of no morale fortitude and of no restraint.

Loren M. Lambert © November 9, 2016

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