Too much doom? Not enough?
I said to someone on Twitter tonight who had a terrible, evil mother, that living today in our culture is like watching our Cluster B mothers win everything, all the time.
That's accurate for me and those with similar backgrounds. The thesis of my show Disaffected, I'm afraid, is right: we're living in "domestic abuse" at societal scale.
The word is over-used, I know, but for those like me, it's genuinely "triggering." Seeing liars lie and get away with it, seeing Americans blamed for the actions of people who are abusing them physically, financially, mentally—it's to repeat a nightmare childhood.
To look out into the world and see that while you escaped it at home, it's everywhere now, is hard to take.
The Trump election gave me hope. The continued aggressive policy approach gives me hope. But I can't trust it yet. I'm not near being convinced that this can last, or that we, as a society, have enough of a soul left that we can come back.
The moral inversion, the pure, often guileless (!) evil endorsed by even otherwise normal Democrats is extraordinary. The number of people in this country who think it's OK to murder political opponents, castrate children, protect illegal foreigners---this stuff has never been majority opinion, or as popular as it is, until now.
The actions being taken by courts, unprecedented intrusions into foreign policy, the facilitation of Mengele-level child vivisection, and on, and on. This stuff, and these people, infest the government. They are deeply embedded. It is going to take years of sustained effort with a fuck-off attitude to have any hope of long-term change.
Do “conservative” politicians have the stomach for it? Do we, as everyday people, have the stomach for it?
And it's much deeper than just the delusions of the past five to ten years. Our sickness is at the bottom, the base. It's in our souls. If we don't radically reorient ourselves morally to the family, sovereignty, truth, and beauty I don't see how we can come back to health.
I suppose I must have enough hope or I wouldn’t keep talking about it, but some days recently. I teeter on the edge of doomerism a lot. Any of you?
Only time will tell.
Gardening is very important as my strategy towards sanity. The daffodils are blooming, the forget-me-nots are soon, then the roses. I take out my aggressions on the woodchucks, building walls to keep them out. I think I'll name the fat one AOC.
If you've heard of an "extinction burst," it's possible that that's what we're seeing here. Sometimes a cornered and defeated animal is most dangerous when it's right on the verge of death...that's when you'll find out just how vicious it can be. Let's hope what we're seeing right now is the death throes of the old regime.
I realize that what's happening right now could be taken as a good sign OR as a bad sign. But at least a fifty/fifty chance is better than an unequivocally bad sign.