One Day

One day, historians, should any survive and the profession be allowed both to operate freely and have honest resources available for examination, will look back at 2017-2018 and there will be a bright line.

Of course much that came before will be important, but the line was drawn.

Americans, perhaps sensing fate sharpening its quill and unstoppering the ink, rose up and gasped their last. Against all predictions they put all the levers of government in the hands of the Republican party. The Party that had been arguing for a decade that, if only America would trust them, they would...if not exactly fix things, would put things back on the proper course. Stop the decline. Maybe put the stopper back in Fate's ink bottle.

And so Americans did that. They turned on the elite, on the performers pretending to be pundits, on those that claimed the downward path they had set was the one to follow. The rose up and declared a desire to be saved, to make the hard choice, to get it done.

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Instead, they were failed. Utterly. The Republican party did none of the things they promised. They ceded power to the losers, failing to even grasp, let alone pull, any of the levers that were put into their hands.

They had their chance and through cowardice...avarice...unintelligence...a combination of all likely, they failed. Utterly and completely. They failed themselves, their constituents, America itself. The shining city on the hill was torn down by a barbarian horde. The greatest experiment of all time finally reached its conclusion. There was nowhere left where the light of freedom truly burned.

After 2018, we all just fought over what song to play as the ship went down.