That which cannot go on, will not go on. But when does that allegedly inevitable tipping point occur?
When both of our cars collide.
There is much gnashing of teeth and rending of garments on the Professional Right. Trump, with all of his baggage and flaws on one side,and the republican party’s Trump-lite…Ron DeSantis, with all of his unknown baggage and flaws on the other. The former wanting, needing, revenge. The latter representing a desperate desire to return to a normalcy and a status quo that no longer exists.
The Left? United like The Borg. Much talk about Biden/Harris running again, and whether Michelle Obama will insert herself at the last minute after forgoing debates. Will Biden croak, step aside, or be removed? Does it matter? With mail in balloting and state-legislature approved fraud in place? With leftist voters willing to vote for the literal dead and mentally deficient, as long as there is a “D” next to their name?
The truth is that the very battle that the sleeping masses now care about has already been waged, and lost. Culture, Media, Entertainment, and most importantly, the very foundations and pillars of all bureaucracy and government, have been overtaken. A deep and aggressive rot permeates all. What is the cure for an organism so overtaken? Is there one? The think tanks and their white papers have failed. Now they loot the treasury of a rotting republic, one that they hurried along.
I would like to think, I hope and pray actually, that there is a way out in a conventional sense. That sanity overcomes those whom have led us to this place, that grace and wisdom are suddenly gifted to them. But those are empty wishes, and words that fall on deaf ears. Face it, you can feel it. A deep wrongness has quickly seeped into everything like an evil fog, and its coming for you whether you attempt to shelter from it or not. Be honest, hasn’t it touched you already?
A collision is coming. Like cars running in opposite directions, two opposite ideologies are careening helplessly out of control at full speed, right at each other. One seeking in fanatical fashion to destroy, and the other desperately attempting to avert that destruction.
Buckle up, it’s going to be a hell of a crash.
“We’ll meet again, when both our cars collide.” – My Chemical Romance