Once upon a time (okay, it was just a few days ago), a comment appeared on one of my posts. I’m always pleased by comments, relishing both the input and the opportunity to provide meaningful output. But in this case, things went a bit deep…
The commenter shared this, quoting a line in my post concerning America’s current reputation:
“We’re now just a terrible sitcom that should have been cancelled years ago.”
You are more correct than you think. I am an outsider. For the past few months, I’ve been following news from your country to cheer myself up…when I recounted what I learnt about your country and your CiC to my family at the dinner table, we laughed until we choked on our food – you guys helped us bond as family.
Lately, I stopped following the news because (I am not exaggerating or making this up), I am getting terrible dreams, and wake up anxious. And this is beyond my usual anxiety that comes from living where I do. So, it is really a sitcom that needs to be cancelled.
I initially meant to provide a quasi-comforting response, but then one of my muses took over and this happened:
I’m glad you liked that line, as I was mildly proud of it.
I fully understand the terrible dreams and anxiety. They are with me continually these days, constant stabs at what we once were.
It’s a wretched sensation, being in this country right now. In a span of just a few years, a renegade man (who does NOT represent the typical American) and a political party that confoundingly worships said renegade (with an ignorant and hypocritical fervor I have never seen in my long years) have managed to severely harm, if not outright destroy, most everything good that America used to represent. The country is upside down, with lies replacing truth, justice maimed by snickering and vengeful third-graders, governmental checks and balances shattered by incompetency and dark allegiance, and decency now a low-pulse whale on a beleaguered beach, next to a tattered copy of our Constitution.
All because Trump wants to Make America Hate Again, and his legion of supplicants who are wetting themselves with the opportunity to rise up and destroy all that is good, raising high the Trumpian mantra of Divide and Conquer. It’s the legion that troubles me more than yet another soulless, trust-fund brat who is so self-consumed that he doesn’t know compassion from a hole in the ground. That legion is the true cancer in the Body Politic, and it will take many rounds of chemotherapy to get us anywhere near remission, and the prognosis will still be iffy, at best. How do you save the moral lives of legionnaires who have suckled at the teat of “Fox News” and their ilk for so long? They haven’t seen an honest bit of news reporting in thirty years. Their conception of reality has been warped, repeatedly.
Long road ahead of us, mon ami, filled with many daunting potholes of ignorance and idiocy and insurrection and ignominy. And while the rest of the world may be laughing at our sitcom, understandably and rightly so, the fact remains that America is still a major part of the machinery that runs the world. We, and by that I mean all decent nations, need to do our best to make sure the cogs and sprockets of the American machine are greased with honesty and forthrightness, not rusted by hypocrisy and bigotry and hegemony.
Stop playing nice with the man, and his political party, who cannot play nice. Draw the line in the sand. America is no longer a country that you should fear offending, because any sense of moral leadership has been poisoned by The Man Who Screwed Too Much. Do what you can to encourage decent people to find their way to a voting booth and maybe, perhaps, we can negate the Legion Who Worship at An Empty Altar. Fingers, crossed.
Well, now, dear friend. I suppose you didn’t expect such a response to a random comment you innocently composed. But these things happen here at Bonnywood, wherein certain triggers can be flipped and off I go. I apologize in advance for the next step.
Because said response just became my next blog post, surprising both of us.
I hope you approve.
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