THE MIX OF FILTH

      I cannot see past the filth any longer. How much more immoral behavior, selfish behavior, incompetence and the lies, the lies!! We have become filth in the mouths of each other and in the eyes of the world, declining and devolvng into a barely civilized Third World banana republic. We have lost all sense of decorum and the go to chant is a riff on locking people up, the only reason being necessary for that being opposition to Trump and his minions.
     The mouths are at it full time and the condition is contagious. Trump whines hypocritically, this man who is willfully and knowingly destroying the environment, mourning the death of "so many birds" by windpower turbines, and look who joins him - Vladimir Putin!! Surprised? I am not, as these two walk in tandem, loving each other, with their lovefest interspered with brotherly sibling like spats. All the better to sew up the world in the bag of despots.
     No one seems to be accountable any longer for their misdeeds. The results are tragedies, ones that need not have happened, but then again, why bother, if we can blame others for our misdeeds, or better yet, a la Trump, disavow them altogether, claim amnesia, claiming things never were, so how could this be? So evidently, Trump, the supposed genius of the financial world, the supposed genius of real estate and finance, the same one who lost billions and by the way, neglected to pay contractors and know that he had undocumented immigrants cleaning his own toilet in his beloved Mar A Lago and Bedminster, this same Trump evidently has a severe case of retrograde amnesia. He barely remembers the British Ambassador whom he formerly loved and had such lovely chats with, cannot seem to recall much of the porn king , Epstein, despite sharing in some proclivities with him, you know, treating people as objects, displaying disgusting lack of morality, misogyny, etc.
     This severe case of amnesia has Trump disremembering the Trump hotel ongoings in Moscow or Russian folks hanging around him and his, cannot figure out why his taxes should be of such interest to others, to the nation, and delights in the toys of boys, parades and military displays, this from the man who had such bad "bone spurs" that he could not take his place in the army of his country during the Vietnam War. Yet on July 4th he urged our young to enroll in the armed forces. Will Barron do that? Doubt it, for Melania is a tiger in her watch over him. Did Junior or Eric? No way!!
     The filth pile continue to grow for now we are not only having Junior and Jared anIvanka and Eric involved in our government, in our administration plotting campaigns and policy and whatnot but oh joy to the world, Lara Trump, yet anotherTrump in law, is so proudly announcing a Women's Coalition for Trump!! She is heading it and aren't we ever so lucky!! Basket, please!!
     So whose responsibility will it be when our democracy finally spirals down the drain that it is circling right now? Oh, no, not ours, no, for how could that be? Wasn't my fault or yours, for we were tricked, forced to vote him in, kind of like the kid who says to the teacher, "He made me do it, or laugh," or whatever. Actually, it is our fault for we allowed ourselves to be buffaloed into it, and there we were, like lemmings to the sea, dutifully wearing our red hats, gleefully chanting, like the forced crowds of the communist years, chanting, cheering, as our rights were taken away, as the air, the water, the very land we walked upon desecrated, disrespected. 
     So a man walks into a store and kills a kid there after his work hours were over. But it was the rap music that made him do it! Just ask him!! A poor toddler is placed by her grandfather on a railing beside a row of windows, and somehow, so tragically, the child falls through an open window, falls to her death. The family? Almost immediately, engage a lawyer and sue the ship for this death. How?? Did nobody ever teach this adult that children are not to be placed within reach of a window, let alone an open one? Did nobody teach any of us that our tragically stupid deeds are of our own making and it is time for all of us to pick up that mantle of responsibility and place it around our shoulders where it belongs?
     The result of this defiant opposition to responsibility is seen now in the newest claims of sexual misbehavior, of cruel punishment, dealt out to refugee teens, strip searching, the few pitiful mats removed,the language, and on and on. Or we have the members of Trump's various surrounding sycophants who disregard subpoenas, refuse to answer up, fess up, take responsibility for their deeds. Nope, the filth continues.
     And it spreads through the world. India now has to buy water for its surgeons in the ORs. There are huge cracks in the earth, now seen from space. Trump is gathering closer his covens of witches and wizards as he desperately seeks to plan another campaign and yet another way to use the media to gain office again. All the better to destroy us,  my dear!!
     Is there hope? Perhaps, but the mouths of these hopes are often too engaged in playing the dozens with each other. The Democrats spit at each other, with the four ladies, the ladies of hate, thinking they are just the best, you know, so all had better listen to them. Yes, there are changes that need to be made, but as with all things, if not done the right way, the thoughtful way, and if mixed in with memes of hatred and canards of ancient prejudice, their grandiose plans will never get off the ground, and worse, encourage and allow devolvement of it all. Will we never learn? Are we doomed to forever replay the errors of history? Are we forever to delve into the muck and mire of nastiness, the filth of human behavior at its worst? Why can we never  learn from our errors?
     The mix of filth. The frightening turn of American politics and society. The nastiness of American leaders, their abdication of proper behavior, of rules of morality. And now I read that the prequel for Game of Thrones is to be probably called The Long Night. Well, literature copying reality here, my friends, as we, too, are descending into that long night, the night wherein we seem to have fallen, walked into, pushed into, as we forgot all that was right and proper, as we lost the moral bindings of society.
     So as I await delivery of my soccer jersey carrying the name and number of Rapinoe, a woman unafraid to speak her mind, to challenge the erstwhile president, who fights for womankind, I wonder, what will the world be like for my grandchildren? Will there be a world for my great grandchildren and yours as well?
     "The clouds poured out water. The skies sent out a sound; Your arrows also flashed about. The voice of Your thunder was in the whirlwind; The lightnings lit up the world; The earth trembled and shook."
          Psalms 77:17-18
Future forecast or that of today? You tell me. Tad scary, one might think. Should think.