I am in that "Everything I know is wrong" phase of our new era. The glass isn't half full or half empty, it is shattered into a million tiny pieces, and scattered on the pavement. The pieces sparkle like little stars in another galaxy far away.
I am now questioning everything. Back to total gob-smacking incomprehension. I have no fucking clue what's going on. Sure. Let's think worst-case scenario. I mean, I am not gonna conjure it up here, but whatever you or I am thinking, it's probably inadequate, fuck, just push it to the max-worst-case scenario you can possibly scare yourself with. I think we are there.
Alarmist? Am I alarmed? My being is vibrating madly, I am ringing off the hook, like a bell on a fat cow doing the Watusi. Shite. There is a downside to being fully aware, alive, awake, having a vivid imagination, armed with empathy, compassion, good sense, and good reading comprehension. Anyone who knows a bit of history, should rightly be scared shitless. History illustrates in vivid technicolor that things can quickly unravel & devolve into a primitive, brutal state of affairs. If you can't imagine USA heading that way, well, I can't help you buddy. I mean, try extricating your head out of your ass.
No shit, Sherlock. So yeah, I often fall back on Tom Petty's great line: "Damn the Torpedoes," but you know, it's only a line, and it seems clear, there are no lines now...
