by Mike Meyer
Actually seeing the quicker rats scampering off the listing ship of state brings mixed emotions. This was inevitable back in the late fall of 2016. At that point many of us hoped it could happen quickly but it didn’t. We’ve come a long way since then and all of it has been down hill. The speed with which our nation came to normalize the disaster is the worst part.
Many of us who are old enough remember back when it actually worked and we knew we were going to be better off than our parents, this has been brutal. Our kids didn’t have as much hope and our grandkids know it for what it is. But still, despite Kennedy’s assassination, civil rights, Vietnam and all the marches, Nixon and lies, Carter and inflation, Reagan and more lies, Clinton and anything for money, the last Bush and more lies with war, Obama and hope denied, we kept on believing even while we grumbled. But Trump was an outrage too far. That was coming home and finding that your dog was gone and no one would tell you where. If this could not be fixed there could be no more trust and no hope.
That normalization was the media shirking their responsibilities in what we had been taught and grew up to understand as the essential voice of truth. Congress packed with fake representatives marshalled into different gangs of hate. Even the word fake is ruined. Trump and all of his minions lied and denied the existence of truth and dared us to find it in the sewer they called reality.
Orwell had the distortions of meaning correct but the reality was much worse because with Trump there was no pretense of honesty even in the lies. There was no escape from the constant lie and the helpers who made every single word a lie. And they didn’t even mean for us to mistake it for the truth. The lies were blatant and before our eyes every moment and then inserted under our skin with the taunt to see if we could deny. Now denial is ruined.
The quick rats scampering off the sinking ship can’t restore the loss of truth by doing what we knew they would do. It was always in their eyes.
Trump is fuming in fear and hatred for the remaining truths he hasn’t been able to bury in shit. But they are all so small who really wants to know? No great lies just small miserable ones over and over again.
The volume of denial may yet exhaust and divert the process but, if it does, we know it will just happen again. The fear is that, in the end, we may not know or even care that it is over. It simply won’t matter anymore. That feeling increases with the chance of the end looming over us. I remember the relief and happiness when Nixon resigned. The system worked, slowly and hesitantly, but it worked. And Nixon found honor enough to resign and climb on the helicopter to leave. It could have been so much worse.
And now it is. And whether it ends or not it is over in a way we never wanted and may not be able to survive.