That’s All Folks

The consensus seems to be that “things are going to get worse” regardless of who wins in November. Not something I’ve given much thought to, but now that I do I suppose that that’s a reasonable assumption. It’s probably so reasonable that the odds significantly favor that outcome.

The future remains murky. Murky but settled in this regard: America as we beheld it in generations past is over, done, obsolete.

So, I guess a rational person would begin assessing how they feel the future will unfold and take prudent steps to ensure the impact of any downside is minimized.

There are some really bright folk and corporations that go beyond ensuring their survival and are trying to figure out how to capitalize on chaos; today’s and that which may come. Of course those folk/corporations/organizations that can see a way to profit tremendously will do all that they can to ensure that ‘things’ degrade sufficiently.

The battle at this time, it seems to me, cannot be fought (let alone won) by the average Joe/Jodie, because…..damn it…… the enemy is obscure and shady and moves unseen in the background. Those that we see on the streets of our cities are useful minions, nothing more. They know nothing of the end-state their masters pursue.

It’s a dangerous game these ‘Masters of Technology and Wealth’ are engaged in. In their shallow minds they believe they are pushing the western world toward a more just and equal society. Should they weaken our society much further forces much darker and more sinister will certainly convince themselves that the destruction of our way of life is preferable to our position of leadership. After all, we were able to convince ourselves that dropping nuclear weapons (not once, but twice) on the homeland of a defeated Japan was justified.

If America becomes disjointed enough that the Chinese believe the advantages of thermo-nuclear war outweigh the downside they will begin lobbing them our way. Wave after deadly wave.

As EA Poe might again say:

Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.

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