Biznus as usual
Long drive yesterday, traffic light, but heavier than expected, several stops ‘just’cuz’ and feeling out the spirit of the day.
It sure as shit was not a day celebrating independence. Nowhere did I feel there was a “glad to be an American” feel; more like people just running through a routine with no feeling for it. Half inspired actors on the stage parroting lines with no conviction. The kids I saw were happy with the fireworks (duh!) with no sense of why we shoot fireworks. (To be fair, its hard to understand the symbol when you’ve never been taught the meaning of it. And so few these days have been taught, or worse, taught by despoilers.)
Maybe my story about an American divorce will still play out, just differently and later than I foresaw. And i highly doubt there will be a Trump involved in it. Its not Trump or lack of that person that bothers me. What bothers me is that we show every aspect of desperate need of a figurehead for us to follow. That’s codependency and dangerous to longevity. We are our own leaders and we need no other. Wide scale Independent lone wolves would do more to bring the Farce to its knees. The Henry Bowman factor so to speak. A figurehead with real spine would make the upcoming events quicker and less chaotic, but they are not essential to getting things going, and there is a very real chance of said figure head being worse than the disease we currently have (just ask the Italians, Germans, Cambodians, and those that lived in Soviet Russia or fled Castros Cuba on makeshift rafts.
Yesterday seemed more like “we are shooting off fireworks and grilling out because thats what we always do”. Business as usual,,,
So many feel the problem but are so disconnected, they can’t understand why. They see the division and intentional dividing of the country and don’t realize that these things are precursors to horrors yet to be unleashed. “It can’t happen here”, only, it has, and will again. De-humanizing your enemy is always step one to genocide: just ask the native Americans or the Jews of Warsaw. Or ask the Americans from Japan that lived here during WWII about concentration camps. Or those that were forced onto strange land and have it called a reservation. Ain’t nuthin’ new under this sun.
Biznus as usual,,,