Yes, that question deserves three question marks, if not more. How many times have we said the equivalent, each time Trump apparently finally being caught with his pants around his ankles, and again, how many times has he made it to safety? Too many is the correct answer. It became a joke, a most dangerous one, as people began to succumb to despair, to apathy and inertia. It seemed there was no way, ever, to right the wrongs of that man.
They were wrong, thankfully. Yesterday, this whole week, actually, might finally be the blast of the trumpets that make the walls crumble, causing them to "come tumblin' down" And a hearty AMEN to that along with an about time! City, state, and federal levels all spoke of proof found, the subpoenas issued and surprisingly, amazingly, the benighted Supreme Court actually turned down the umpteenth request by Trump's lawyers to block the release of Jan. 6 related papers. Whoa!!! They said no! The authority of the current President must prevail. Never mentioning the horror of Jan. 6, only that very short statement. But it is enough right now to begin a steady "chip, chip, chipping away" at those tall protective walls around him.
Chip away we must. The man and his cohorts, his partners in crime - and crime it most certainly is - must be brought to account. They must be uncovered, bared to the world in all their ugliness, in all their betrayal of the people, of the democracy within this country. If not, we will lose that democracy. Every day I hear more and more speak out loud of that possibility, of the fear and concern as to what this very uncertain future will bring us. This is manifestly one time that I wish not to gloat with an "I told you so" because it is just too black a picture to actually visualize.
Will we then have our own hit squads, visiting homes in the early AM hours, slipping black bags over protesters of the new regime - and regime it will be. There will never be another free and trusted election, not in our lifetime and probably far more than that - if the world even survives. A group of 100+ ultra-rich people laid it out clearly before the nations of the world. "It's taxes or pitchforks."
Those pitchforks, the weapon of the people, the little people, so beaten down, so deluded, so lied to, so despairing, will dig deep, no mercy. It will be a war that ravages the world at large. The inequality of all our societies is too blatant to ignore. The few feast. The few live a luxurious, pampered life while the rest of us starve, make do, squeeze every penny, yet see no hope in the near future. The last, yet seemingly likely resort - Civil War - is not a ghost, but rather a large, ever growing, ever nearing, ever more delineated fact.
Trump et al will hopefully learn that one cannot commit a crime, scheme treason and treachery, encourage insurrection and death, and then hide behind those very same crimes. Nope, cannot work, surely not, in a democracy, one we must maintain. The elite of world society are told "Show the people of the world that you deserve their trust." That plea must be heard for without that attention and recognition, nothing will remain. Education thrust to the wayside. Changing environment not addressed until we are all choking in the smog, thirsting for clean water, bleakly hunting for food, all the conventions of society long left behind in a singular constant war to survive.
Over the top again, you say. C'mon, you say. Well, I heard that four years ago when I wrote of Civil War in this country. Now it is a constant topic. Oh, do not get me wrong; like everyone else, I like to be right but not here, and not for that ugly future. We must stop running away from - pardon me - "truth, justice and the American Way". A way which encourages voting right for all - even as the entire GOP voted against a bill that would insure exactly that. Don't tell me there are 'good' Republicans'. When push comes to shove, they collapse, like balloons emptied of air.
I long to sing and dance in the streets, shouting, glory, glory, the damned walls came tumbling down. We won; America survives. Only, only, if we recognize how close we came to losing it all - how close we remain. Hard work alone will fend off that awful possibility, now grown into a probability, as awful as that sounds. Keep those trumpets going, along with action. Our only chance.
Will we take it?
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