Actually, I believe the question should be how can one not hear those hooves thundering, pounding, tearing away at the earth? How could one avoid the sight of them as the herd gets closer and closer and closer. To what? Perhaps, somewhat dramatically, to the end of the world as we know it today. As has been predicted. Particularly within the boundaries of an entity once known as the United States of America.
Once upon a time, approximately 250 years ago, a group of bold men combined self-interest and public interest, motives low and high and took a leap of faith. They challenged dictatorial monarchy. They foresaw a time and place where the people would be able to design their own government and live with the consequences. To remediate as needed. To err, large and small, and be terribly faulty and inefficient, falling short of goals. However, when compared to other forms of government, it stood high over the rest. A role model, an encouragement to strive for the best of us and what we could achieve. If only. If we kept our determination to be, always, the shining example of the best of Mankind, its true potentialities. If only.
Over the years there were good times and bad, highs and lows, but always there was an enthusiasm and inner push to seek the better, to find the higher, and to stand tall and proud. With open arms and welcome for those with the same goals, who wished to contribute and grow with the nation. And we were so much the better for it.
However, somewhere in the first quarter of the 21st century, something broke, something snapped. Out drained our idealism, hope and welcome, discarded as useless. We grew in selfishness and near sightedness. We hoarded rights belonging to all and were the weaker and poorer for it. We saw whom we wished to see and labeled others as unworthy outliers. We replaced ideals and help for a better world. We filled the resultant vacuum with increasingly twisted ideas and a growing pervasive odor of evil. Yes, evil in their contemplation and evil in their coming to fruition.
And so, within this fairy tale of what was, what could have been, a deep rot from within and without chewed away at the reality of those dreams and goals. The allure of the permission of that rot, the faulty eyesight of those who could not, would not, see the forest for the trees, nor what awaited at the exit proved overwhelming and the situation grew worse. Lies and misinformation became the lingua fraca of the day, parroted and swallowed whole and uncontested, even as the liars worked behind closed doors on their true plans to negate all that was good, all that was fair within the nation. Nothing was to be left untouched and spoiled. The lies grew and words of warning fell unheard to the harsh unyielding earth. Threads of rot reached deep into the world, grew into the thickness of cables and nations of the world began to turn as well. The desire for a "strong" man as savior grew and was increasingly put into place and practice.
The doors and gates of Arkham Manor opened wide, and the inmates flooded out. Today the inmates indeed are running the show. Sanity is devalued. This fairy tale has an ugly ending and a slim chance of remediation and new beginning and end. Certainly not if the man now chosen as the "strongman" of America remains in power, tightly grasping the reins of control.
The following are words used to describe a designated candidate for the position of Attorney General of the United States of America. Read them and weep. Read them and understand that this description is applicable. to 99% of those Trump has nominated for various offices of government of this nation. Miniscule touches of positivity are swamped, overwhelmed, greatly impeded by deadly calcified hearts and missing souls. Empathy is totally unknown. Selfishness. Greed. Power. Those are the names of the games. Here are the players.
"The committee, which had been probing allegations that he “engaged in sexual misconduct and illicit drug use, accepted improper gifts, dispensed special privileges and favors to individuals with whom he had a personal relationship, and sought to obstruct government investigations of his conduct”
The majority of the Supreme Court Justices. Apply those words. and cry. Cry for our country. Now think of Tulsi Gabbard as head of National Intelligence. One of the stupidest people who has crossed the threshold into the realm of politics and political control. Think of Rubio. A pretty face and nothing behind. All these striving to be another Donald Trump. The felon. The pervert. The fraud, the cheat, the liar. The enemy of democracy and diplomacy. His words and promises full of holes and mistrust. Voices of sanity? Voices of restraint? Voices of truth? Are there any with a strength of character to stand up to this man as he wallows in his excesses? Is there a true public servant among his appointees?
Unfortunately, the healing magical waters of the wishing well have disappeared, drained back into the earth, there to remain until there is a point of benefit to return our coins of wishful thinking along with those wishes. Now though, the coins fall with a harsh clang upon the hard earth and we walk away knowing that all those wishes did indeed turn into horses, those horses into herds which are trampling. upon us and into the world of men.
I look hopefully into possibilities of this new administration. However, as much as I hope, as much as I pray, all I can see before my eyes at the present time are herds of horses, thunderous hooves and a flood into the White House and official buildings of government of dangerously inane, ignorant. and hate filled characters. Our Batman signal is dead. Superman is on a long vacation as are the rest of the superheroes. It is upon us to remediate the situation, to be our own heroes. Can we define which fork in the road was the incorrect one and choose again? Reset our compasses for the true path? Will we find the courage within to go forward?
Can we rope all those herds of horses, still their hooves and tame and train them to our needs. Damn. But I hope we can. But all I can see ahead of us at present is an ugly sight of the rear ends of horses. However, we are actually the herd of horses' asses at present - are we not!
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