We plod and stumble through this horror of a deal after over a year and a half of war. The ayatollahs’ Islamo-fascist lapdogs parade the corpses of captured children, exchanged for living murderers and would-be murderers hailed as heros on resistance tv. Our economy suffocates as we collectively gasp for air. Still no elections.
Meanwhile the neoreactionaries and White Christian Supremacists have finally succeeded in taking over the US government, granting all practical power over Americans to the executive branch under the rule of POTUS, with the legislature, judiciary, and opposition relegated to party line toeing, toothless barking, and feckless hand-wringing, respectively. Will there even be elections?
Meanwhile the people of Ukraine stand alone against Putin the Great in his quest to contain America and control Europe, destabilizing the political processes of his democratic enemies and encouraging white nationalists across borders to scapegoat immigrants for all their personal and collective problems. Hailed by let’s face it far too many Americans and Europeans alike as a savior of western civilization, Putin accuses his victims of perpetrating the very same illiberal dictatorship that he has forced on Russia for years. Still no elections.
Meanwhile the Chinese megastate – empire, really – is slowly regaining its position as the world’s dominant economic power, slowly implementing it’s fifty year martial plan for political domination of Taiwan, the rest of east Asia, and the Pacific, slowly inserting itself into the infrastructure of countless countries across the Americas, Europe, Africa, and Asia, slowly overcoming all challenges to the astonishingly long arm of its ruling party. Elections??????
Meanwhile I’m just trying to raise my daughter right in the face of so many influences dragging her down, to teach her values and wisdom and love and awe and courage. I fail so hard at truly living these things myself, it’s no wonder she has trouble finding her way in them, too.
But what can we do? Our world is on fire. For those of us who’ve been through our own traumas, it’s been on fire for some time. Some days all I can do is make sure she knows she is loved. Some days the teaching and the parenting and the future-building will have to wait for tomorrow.