Postcoital Prognostication
Christmas has passed, much like an orgasm, in an energetic spasm. As always the aftermath and disarray is a might sobering. No Peace, no brotherhood, very little goodwill beyond the closed circuit of a family unit. The same as always, Christmas’ promise has left us unfulfilled; so much for another year. Yet another premature ejaculation of false hope splattered onto the faces of humanity. Here: take that!
Now is the time we look back on a year passed. Do we dare? In my tale-end-of-boomerland viewpoint, I have never seen such a depression year. Our government shows such outrageous disrespect for America and its denizens; swaggering in arrogant defiance of all we believe in, bankrupting our economy and selling it to the Chinese; failing the people during natural disasters; forcing its misguided will upon the liberties of citizens on issues from right-to-death to spying on Americans to repeated and shameless lying on the war, its progress, and our lack of clear goals in Iraq.
Yet after ten months of beating the drum of discontent, I along with thousands of progressive bloggers have very little to show for our efforts. Sure, we made progress, and the fledgling grass roots movement we political bloggers are pioneering will eventually change the way politics is done in this country and maybe in the world, given enough time. In these dark times, a light of reason shines that much brighter, if I may use a cliché, but as with most, it speaks a truth: The fight for America will not be fought on the streets alone, but on the ‘net as blurs of electrons aligned in patterns yet to be discerned.
It may yet come to open violence like the riots in the 1960’s, such are the stakes, here. The wrong right-wing will not cede power gracefully. They will not suddenly show rationality or virtue. America’s neo-con warmongers have a strong ideology, one that offers no compromises, leaving the progressives few options but to wrest power from their cold, disgraced fists. It won’t be pretty.
So, as we look upon our latest year of disgrace, know whoever bad it is, we may yet have harder times forthcoming. Most readers will see this prognostication as typical Tannish tripe; “He’s such a downer,” and it is to an extent. I look, and this is what I see. I pray I’m wrong, but I have been wrong few times, lately. Christmas will not bring Peace on Earth, and our government will not admit failure.
Despite the obviousness of these diverse observations, people still cling to fantasies, feign ignorance, and avert their eyes, in hopes that the sense of impending doom will leave. Life is troubling enough without the pattern we live by becoming unraveled. Best try not to notice. Let’s focus instead on the best movies, the worst bloopers, the inanely trivial happenings of the past calendar year. We’ll all pretend we’re not complicit in our nation’s depravity by the very act of pretending ignorance. Meanwhile, Tannish spouts unhappy thoughts we don’t care to read. What’s wrong with him?
I’m just waiting for someone to tell me I’m wrong. Anyone?