My guy is not happy today. Working on it.
Glued to the Smithsonian Channel. Documentaries of destruction.
A terrible thing happened a dozen years ago. The greatest nation in history fell.
Nobody wants to be a prophet of doom. It’s the unfortunate fate of some of us. I share that awful title. I wrote a book called The Boomer Bible. It was a bible, with chapters and verses. I discovered after 9/11, almost as a curiosity, that it had 2001 chapters. It put a period on the United States.
It’s only now that I’m realizing the 9/11 attack wasn’t a blip, a hurtful hit, an opportunity to wake and strike back. It was the end of us. Everything after somehow led us to Obama, who is succeeding in destroying our country. While the people who should know better cheer him on.
A sorrowful day. A tragic anniversary.
I remember.
Funny how after the fact there always seems to be an identifiable turning point. Very sad indeed. God bless all those who lost their lives on that terrible day.
Wish I could argue with you, but I can’t. 9/11 is one of those things, like abortion, that I have to force myself not to think about because it’s too terrible. And, like abortion, a lot of people prefer to minimalize & ignore its occurrence because acknowledging the reality of the situation would be too uncomfortable.
My dream has always been that Reagan was a turning point, a reprieve from the craptacularity that followed Woodstock, etc. That the backsliding afterward was an inevitable part of the growing process: two steps forward, one step back, that sort of thing. Now he looks more like an anomaly. An extinction burst, even.
Yet we keep the urge to fight on, whether by heart or by habit, even as our minds remind us daily that it’s either pointless or counterproductive to do so. In my wanderings I’ve even come across a couple of advocates for new ways of fighting. Neither of their methods are what we’d call conventional, and some wouldn’t even call them acceptable. But it must be admitted that the old school ways haven’t exactly done us much good at this point. As we’ve discussed before, we got to this point by slow erosion, and distasteful as it can be, it may be the only way to get back out.
So I began an integration of all of it: the old ways that keep the core, and the new ways that eat away the enemy. I’d be much faster at this if I didn’t have a job (with godawful commute) and family, but there’s no reason we can’t all do it, as we may. I’d also be faster if I wasn’t depressed and fatalistic about the whole project of America and the West. Just… you know, can’t quite give up.