Hope...
In 2006 I lost my home and stable employment, like lots of others I knew. George Bush mismanaged us into economic crisis and banks closed, interest rates climbed, folk lost their homes, jobs, everything. It continued to worsen for years. Even the " too big to fail" had to be "bailed out" by the government.
I cried for joy when Barack Obama was elected. He was going to change things, we thought.
Then a week after the election, before he even took office, the place I worked suddenly closed, as did numerous local businesses. I was unemployed for almost 2 years, and like millions of other 50 somethings became unemployable, replaced by 20 somethings who would work for less with no benefits.
Obama didnt end the wars, repeal the Patriot Act, and left Reagans tax cuts for the rich intact. But he gave us hope.
The last time I got my hopes up and thought we were going to straighten America out was In September 2011- the Occupy Movement. The day before September 17th I went to a church to oray for the sucess of the movement...only to gasp in horror as I heard some capitalist preacher ask us to pray for corporations and businesses. It was my "get behind me Satan" moment, when I realized christianity had replaced the cross with the dollar sign, and wasnt what I thought it was. I was where I shouldnt be.
No Joel: God is not in control. Monkeys in suits are.
We didnt fix things and the greedy and the evil prevailed yet again.
Then I had a hope that Bernie Sanders would save us. But that was sadly not to be. By 2016 that ship had sank along with any hope for the Carpathia to arrive.
In the years since Iv come to believe that political or social movements arent going to change things, nor are polititians. For that matter America isnt saveable. The American Dream is dead, its systems to corrupted. All the crap we were fed from childhood on about freedom, equality, "truth, justice, and the American way" was just bullshit, propaganda. The "land of opportunity just a wasteland, a giant ghetto with occasional walled mansions.
The hopeful fools wearing Maga caps think Trump is somehow going to save them and create a white christian Utopia- just as Hitler promised Germans.
We have seen Ayatollahs and islamic warlords lead Muslims into chaos and oppression- just as "christian" preachers and priests have promised "dominion" to their sheep.
But none of that is ever going to happen. Just tales for fools to blindly follow and fuel for fanatics. False hope. The Maga crowd will experience the dashing of their hopes and confidence soon. Likely by Summer.
I believe that the things that will bring change are the same things that have always wrought real change: the uncontrollable things that happen concurrently, a confluence of events, and which present such force that there is no resistance possible. Only survival and adaptation. And lots of suffering and death.
The fall of Bronze Age civilizations is an example. Environmental disasters, climate change, mass migrations, etc are what man cannot stop despite walls, religions, or politics.
Trump, Musk and the billionaires are simply vultures picking the carcass of America clean, stealing and hording what they can. Looters in suits.
And all the carving of commandments in stone through Executive Orders are like the scribling of children on walls with crayons. Futile attempts to preserve the past as it is eroding away.
Mene Mene Tekel Upharsin
There will be destructive storms, droughts, floods, fires, economic crash, food shortage, riots, wars. Death throes.
Not the End of the world. Just an end of a broken unsustainable one. Something that needs to die and rot so that the seeds of a better future can sprout.
My hope is for our grandchildren and their children- the future. That they will tear down the walls, build something that works from the ashes of failed economic systems and tribal nations; and that if they chose any type of spirituality it is based in love, unity, equity and not in tribalism, hate, division, and elitism.
This land must be cleansed, washed. And it will be.
We are simply caught between the death of the old and the birth of the new. And this interval is painful.
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