So. Confused, challenged, emotional, depressed. Such is the state of being of Hamlet. Indecisive and uncapable of taking a giant step, though he knows what he should do, what he must do, he takes any and every and all excuse he can find to postpone that moment of decision. In so doing he reverses every one of his momentary decisions to take proper redemptive and imperative action. And when he finds the skull of "Poor Yorick”, he uses it to enhance his delay tactics and excuses for no action.
Too much yak, yak and too little action, too few the moments of decision.
Hamlet finds it quite difficult; it is very hard to take those final steps which must be taken. Flashing in the background is the growing fear of a reader or the observer of the play in action is the incapability of Hamlet io take any such decisive action. He is too busily engaged in chewing his cud over and over again, seeing things not from both sides but rather from a huge plurality of sides. Thus, he is paralyzed in his tracks.
I am thinking right now that the United States and its leaders, good, bad or indifferent, the good surely in short supply, have submerged itself, themselves, so deep into such restrictive waters allowing for no exit nor any firm land beneath frantically kicking feet. Is there even a program on dry land waiting? Highly doubtful, as the leaders then and the leaders now are so busy throwing clods of dirt at each other, spewing bits and pieces of malice aforethought, rhetoric the name of the game. Hence the current state of being of the world in general.
Perhaps I am too harsh. Indeed, at times they do act, though too often those steps promulgated are of unilateral birth, disremembering that our nation is founded upon a tri-part foundation and must function accordingly, For our nation to move in any positive orientation that system of government must be recognized, must be able to function accordingly for no branch can stand alone. Certainly not without affecting great dangers of homicidal changes to the very foundation of this nation and to global dreams.
However, much more to the basic nitty gritty of this nation and the struggle for it to remain as united, is the fact that we have an openly deranged man whose dearest dream, which he is working very hard to achieve, is likely to become the first authoritarian head of government of this nation. A dictator for life or King Donald, the first of his name. Steering the ship of state onto razor sharp rocks. And on that note there is much to sing. Dis harmoniously enough to break eardrums, crack glass panes. and induce a state of severe nausea with no end in sight.
Blustery threats, insult after insult, disenchanting chants, infantile rhymes and temper tantrums galore. These and more are the gifts of our president to the people of this nation. Day by day, with every executive order, with every discussion within his head, with every crazed turn of his mind, we, the people of the United States of America are losing our dreams. We have a state in defiance of the law, to severe attempts to denigrate and in fact, destroy the judicial system of this nation. The legislative branch has already been co-opted and the opposing party seems to be dead in its tracks.
We are living in a world of catchy phrases, capital letters, misspelled words, infantile rhetoric and temper tantrums galore. We are being inundated with negative change with determination to go it alone until we finally wreck the entire world trying to reinvoke already disproven theories of isolationism and tariffs and competition rather than cooperation. We are all the less for it. Many are afraid that someday soon we too will be deemed unacceptable, unwanted and were worthy only of being struck from the rolls of the nation and offloaded out of this nation by whatever means. We will be the ones dehumanized. And even perhaps not unimaginable as to be forced to live in a certain way, in a certain place. In a certain manner. Or not.
Why? Because we live in a land of big unrest. We live in a land where the authority of the governor of a state and the mayor of the city is obviated, negated in public. Worse. It happens when that same deranged president sends Marines. Marines! Our top soldiers. Into a state. Force against a legal protest, a righteous protest, soldiers vs civilians. For even if one deserves exile from this land for a valid reason, he must be treated with dignity. For even as we treat others, so we shall be treated. What goes around, comes around.
To whom can we turn? The president is deranged and so are his associates. The Kennedy Center is used to show cartoons. Dear G-d! RFK JR fires his entire panel, all 17 of them, from the vaccine advisory council. Trump now stumbles physically when he walks, climbing stairs and stumbles, verbally, every time he opens his prissy little mouth. He chills the souls of others every time he thrusts his hand up in a fist, his right hand no less. Every time he misspeaks, every sign of ignorance, every bit of lack of information presented in every basic American education. Where the hell was he during his school years? Obviously, deaf in his ears and zero in his comprehension. Any wonder then the denseness of his head, the ossified brain?
Now think about it. Oppression. Check. Repression. Censorship. 2x Check. Malfunctioning government. Check, check, check. Middle of the night invasions and threats to children. Double check on that, as it has already begun.
Hate has become the currency of the day. The popular trend and all the more so, so much better you see, when it is actions against the Jews. Murder. Attacks. Strong and quite successful strategy on the streets to ramp up hate and wall off and demonize the Jews. Their holy books and institutions vandalized, and all safety assurance gone AWOL, their sense of peace and security gone. Ever to return? Ask the Man Above.
Yesterdays, todays and tomorrows all jumbled up in a toxic, nonproductive Evil smelling stew and it needs more than a spoonful of sugar to go down and why the hell do we want it to go down? Yet we act as if it is an okay happening.
Wake up, folks, wake up or our nightmares will become our daymares.
Alas poor us.
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