It is gob-smacking, confounding, astounding, crushing, depressing, ridiculous, unfathomable.
But, who knows, maybe this Democracy isn't really as fragile as we fear? Maybe it is more resiliant than we believe? I guess we will find out. Seems the good, the bad, the ugly are always contending.
If you believe in Democracy, the power of the vote, you have to respect the results of the vote, even if you actually despise the results, and oppose the winner and his "policies" with every fibre of your being and soul.
There is no sense "analyzing," or trying to come up with theories. I look at the election of 2024 as a calamity, a castastrophe, a black swan event. Human Beings are complicated, contradictory. They do crazy shit all the time. They are easily conned, swayed, inflamed, misled; they actually often vote against their own interests out of hate, fear, spite, envy, pessimism, vengeance. Look at the history of Humanity. So much needless bloodshed, suffering, injustice, hurly-burly, toil & trouble.
Might as well try to analyze a hurricane, a tsunami, a mud-slide. Humans make bad choices all the time. Self-sabotage is a constant theme. Yes, seems to me that we were at an important pivot point in the History of our Country. Looks like we've either gone backwards in a very dramatic & ugly fashion, or we have taken a leap forward into a deep darkness. I mean, you know, probably both. We seem to have stepped into a dark hole, it's a major fucking fail. We will soon be testing the resiliance of Democracy, and maybe we will discover it's limits and breaking points. Who knows?!
Yikes. I cling to that idea that "The Future is Unwritten." There is hope and promise in that idea. There are always surprises, detours, new openings, new ideas, new movements, new dreams; there will be renewal to be found in the tiny corners, the forgotten substrates, the deep dark places of reflection, the streets, the cafes and coffeehouses, & in the hearts & minds of Human Beings reaching out for the promise & the possibility of a better day. Sometimes we do listen to our better angels, sometimes not. Fuck, yeah, feeling dark and broken. But, you know, not done, not undone. Still standing, still dreaming.
