It’s designed to exhaust and overwhelm you. That’s why it’s happening fast – so you’re out of breath, trying to catch up with the next big headline. That’s exactly how it happened everywhere democracy fell to autocrats, dictators and tyrannical maniacs.

And, just like that, a snap of the fingers, you waited to see what was next, what will happen next – well – your government just succumbed to traitors, liars, power hungry oligarchs and the fierce, relentless, craven obsession to rule the world.

You stood by, others voted this in, still others decided not to participate and here we are.

They wanted to create such crazy chaos that you tuned out, you made bad decisions, you acted out of panic. Your finances are at stake, your neighbors are at stake, heck, your lives never mind your livelihood are in dangerous territory, no man’s land, how much can they get away with destroying – how long before there’s meaningful pushback? I believe it’s all too late. And there goes US. Because we let them divide us, because you wanted to hate us, because you believed in the trickster, the joker, the dark magician.

And now, it’s the same old evil. It is the incredible anger of the patriarchy pissed off at women. It’s the hierarchy on its last legs screaming to pull the ladder back up before anybody else gets in the boat. It’s the belief that we don’t have enough and therefore I will take it all. Like during covid when we had a preview of how people hoarded supplies. It was Daffy Duck saying “It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s all mine!” How inhumane and crass.

The valuable information we had in the history of just the recent past century was not good enough, it still raised a bunch of awful racist, bigoted and cruel people. We did nothing for too long globally. We told ourselves well, it’s not happening here, not in our backyard – so those people dying, starving, grieving and traumatized are not our responsibility. Bullshit. It will be all of us now.

Where are you going to go now when all your social services and kind non-profits aren’t there anymore? You know, the ones you said go ahead and take them away from those “vermin”-the very words out of the mouth of Hitler. Obviously you don’t even watch the history channel or crack open a history book or even a historical novel for Chrissakes and don’t even get me started on your love of Jesus. OH MY GOD, You give religion a bad name.

All in Fear. The circus is now open, the clowns and the emperors have no clothes and it doesn’t matter anymore, it’s too late. The madmen are running the show and they are as malignant and petty as you.

You VOTED them in or maybe you couldn’t get yourself to vote for JOY, for diversity and inclusivity because she was a woman, a different color than white. An intelligent and poised person with unbelievable skills and a brilliant mind who would have only brought the best and the brightest to the town of DC. But now, we are all left with these imbeciles and our allies have been betrayed. no one. absolutely no one will save you now. I hope you choke on your vomit.

Better yet, get mad, and hang them and end this nightmare for all of us!

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I just read a ranting and raving entry from my journal on 12/10/20. It was full of anxiety and worry and fear. I had gone down a rabbit hole (what they call doom scrolling now) on Reddit and it scared no – terrorized me. Some red states were trying to overthrow the election and it seemed familiar to me. I felt I was back in a nightmarish memory. The trauma was in my body. I couldn’t quite place the extreme reaction.

Back in 2020, I didn’t realize the marked differences until a friend called and she mentioned how the whole world was going down the tubes and I asked her why? We started talking about politics and I thought we were on the same page about the end of democracy and the unfairness and suddenly after I said something about a civil war looming and a certain somebody inciting violence she said no I don’t think that – I’m talking about the illegitimacy of the election and I said which one? You mean this one? Was she talking about Bush vs. Gore? And after both of us realizing we were living in two different realities it was awkward and we hung up.

In the middle of the night I couldn’t sleep. I felt the unrest and couldn’t console myself. I saw clearly that this was a moment, that we were on a sort of precipice and it felt like the novel 1984 but worse because we also had the Covid crisis. Who would have bought a screenplay of 1984 plus a pandemic thrown in?

Gore would have handled the 9/11 event differently. I believe we would have perhaps asked ourselves why we were attacked. I opine therefore we would not had an Iraq war because that was a farce birthed in machismo and greed. We had no business being there. So many places we arrogantly invaded. And don’t get me started on climate change and how we would have all on this planet been in a better place today.

And then, last night I am reading Violeta by Isabel Allende, always such an historic truth teller with a woman’s story to match. And her description of the political genocide in South America especially of Chile and then seven years of it in Argentina and I realized it was bound to happen again, karmically almost comically right here where I live now.

There’s a total disregard for law and order and rules and civility that would have been unthinkable before. That happened in Argentina in the 70’s too. My family living there had no other choice but to live through the Condor Operation and I was only there for a smidgen of it. I came back to the states and was safe. But now it had followed me here and it is pure satire that time and again my ancestors have had to flee wars, poverty and oppression only to have it all come back to the land of the “free”.

It is unbearable to assume there are no safe harbors or dreams of a better life left. Let’s not let this be repeated and heed it as a warning of how plausible it all actually was.