In America November 11th is a celebration of war, not peace. It’s Veteran’s Day, not Armistice Day.
I doubt a single soldier has died in my lifetime to protect America.
America invaded Viet Nam to…well, you know ;
America inserted itself into the Persian Gulf in the ’80s to…well, you know ;
America invaded Afghanistan 17 years ago and is still there fighting because…well, you know ;
America invaded Iraq 15 years ago to…well, you know ;
America seems intent on stoking a war with both Iran and North Korea because…well, you know .
America has fought countless battles across the globe since my birth, but not until America breaks into an outright second Civil War will an American soldier die to protect our country.
Wake up, people.
SE corner of Snelling and University, northbound. — Saint Paul, Minnesota.
I was so wrong.
When I went to bed last night America was still one of the few countries incapable of electing a Hitler, a Mussolini or even (more aptly) a Berlusconi; America had mostly moved past –at least at the Federal level– apartheid as policy; America was also conservative enough to not elect as president a person who by their very presence would roil the markets ; America was still a country with common sense enough to not elect a narcissistic sociopath with a record of failed businesses and marriages trailing behind him, a man whose singular policy was to emotionally evoke a time when whites ruled and women and niggers knew their place.
When I went to bed America had an eye on the future.
When I awoke America appeared a failed democratic experiment, ready to deport or imprison anyone of color, regardless of legal status; America is now ready to stack SCOTUS with the justices to make the preceding (and much, much more) happen ; America has decided to devolve in the face of impending demographic change, though that decision surely will not stop the coming tide.
I woke this morning to find that portion of America, the “I Told You Sos”, who after 8 years of a near hysteria at Obama’s presidency, had risen up their orange-tinted golem for one last tilt at inevitability.
It promises to be a bloody and ultimately futile four years.