The days have acquired an eerie regularity.
I rise early – typically between 4:00 and 4:30 – get my (cardiac starter fluid) coffee, and settle at my computer to read through my list of news sources. As I read I make a handful of notes about topics for future essays, though on some mornings the news is too monochromatic for more than one. Thirty to forty-five minutes later I quaff my second (critically important booster shot) cup of coffee. Then comes a shower, a cup of yogurt, and a review of the day’s tasks.
It’s usually about then, as I’m pondering in what order to address the things to be done, that the full horror of…well, of everything…impinges upon me.
How can life be this regular, this placid? The Usurpers are destroying the United States of America. In a bare seven months, they’ve crippled the most vibrant nation in history. We’ve been made a laughingstock in the eyes of the world. The Trump years seem like a joyous fantasy today.
All it took was a fake plague and a stolen election to undo what could have been the mightiest resurgence of a nation and its people ever recorded. And the Usurpers aren’t done, Gentle Reader. They’ve got plans. They intend to reduce us to villeinage or worse, and they know exactly how to go about it.
It’s not a replay of FDR’s New Deal or his Brain Trust. It’s a lot worse. The Brain Trusters didn’t have the tools of control the Usurpers possess. The Thirties didn’t know the ubiquitous computer, the database, the NSA’s ability to record and analyze 100% of the nation’s electronic communications stream, the “intelligence / national security” apparatus, or the all-enveloping fear in which the mainstream media have swaddled us.
Yet life seems to go on as before.
What’s wrong with this picture?
While it surely varies from mine, most Americans’ mornings follow a routine of some kind. Despite the political convulsions of 2021, it probably hasn’t changed much. An individual American’s routine will be based largely on what he must do to meet his obligations: do his job, pay his bills, look after his dependents, care for his home, and so forth. Those obligations don’t typically make for a lot of discretionary activity or slack time. I could write for days about how we got here, but I’ll spare you.
Conditions at the summit of American government haven’t yet touched most of us. There’s a gap between Us – the little people whose decisions and actions matter only to ourselves and our loved ones – and Them – the men who’ve seized the levers of federal power and are maneuvering to make their grip permanent. Developments in the corridors of federal power currently seem distant: abstractly troubling, certainly to be deplored, but less imperative than the pile of bills on our desks, Junior’s latest report card, the overflowing gutters, and the uncut lawn. For the moment, at any rate.
So we go on living our lives essentially as we lived them before the Great Usurpation of 2020.
It can’t continue forever. Therefore, pace Herbert Stein, it will stop. We just don’t know when. But for the moment, the gap in reality that separates us from the chaos in Washington seems to protect us. Mind you, the protection is purely cosmetic. It allows us to go about our days in a state of relative equanimity. As long as there’s food in the fridge and the lights stay on, that can seem like enough.
I’m old. I know my life is coming to a close. These days, that seems a mercy. Present trends continuing, younger Americans will face oppressions and privations that I will never know.
Will present trends continue? Will the Usurpers succeed in fastening their preferred brand of social-fascism upon us? Will our ability to go about our days unconcerned by their machinations be taken from us? Please, God, make it not so. But God helps those who help themselves, as the old saw runs. If we want a better future, or even one like today, we’ll have to fight for it.
Apologies, Gentle Reader. You probably didn’t come here to wallow in my melancholy. But I write from what’s on my mind. Today, I ponder the gap that insulates us from the plans of the totalitarians who’ve stolen America, and I wonder how long it will last.
For thousands of Americans in Afghanistan, there is no gap. Their fates are in the Usurpers’ hands. You and I can do nothing for them. It doesn’t look good for them.
Time to pray.