Slo-Mo Tragedy

There’s nothing any of us can do at this point. There’s no way I could summarize how we got here, but on every level of moral consideration, the US has taken the wrong path since day one. America was doomed at birth. But that didn’t prevent Americans from investing so very much of themselves in a mirage, and locking future generations into that false path. There were moments when things could have taken a better turn, but moral blindness ensured that wouldn’t happen.

It’s that same moral blindness that holds people transfixed on a final approach to a crash landing. I stand by my prediction that the economy won’t just crash and stop all at once, but it’s the institutions and expectations that will be destroyed. Worst of all, the truth will not become apparent even after the lie breaks down. They’ll still be living in that mirage and blame someone else for the failure.

There are two primary visions, both false, both totally interrelated and indivisible in reality. Both pursued a fantasy, but one has maneuvered itself into an impossible corner. The very large and powerful minority of people who could not imagine how Trump won the election are the same people who cannot grasp how they have painted a target on themselves for the coming turmoil. But the people who elected Trump will be sorely disappointed at how the system refuses to adapt to some better vision. So the system is going to break because it cannot bend, and we’ll have a nation of victims looking for revenge.

Privately, it seemed that yesterday something invisible broke. Maybe it’s just the first detectable fracture. The system is truly massive beyond any real comprehension, but it’s fragile in the sense that the slightest crack is unbearable. I realize nothing we can see looks any different, but I felt it deep inside my soul. It’s one of those tectonic shocks you can sense on a moral level in your convictions, a hemispherical bulge that stretches beyond both horizons. You’re too small to see it, but you can feel it. It’s as if we passed some point of no return, even if it meant something almost insignificant to the key individual who made the fateful decision. Somebody somewhere played the role of the final straw that broke the camel’s back. That’s just how it registers in my soul.

As always, I’m not feeling personally threatened. It’s more like that sick feeling you get when you are forced to watch unspeakable horrors unfolding before your eyes. I’m transfixed, unable to avert my eyes, but sickened by what I see. It will be the longest slow-motion crash ever seen.

I’m praying for wisdom, for myself and each of you, dear Readers.

About Ed Hurst

Disabled Veteran, prophet of God's Laws, Bible History teacher, wannabe writer, volunteer computer technician, cyclist, Social Science researcher
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