Dazed and Numb
How much more can we endure?
That should perhaps be the ultimate question that is cemented into America's conscious, and yet it is nothing but a fleeting thought.
As Trump continues with his evisceration of the government, attacking Meals on Wheels to dump 50 extra billion into our corpulent defense budget, we would hope that there would be more concern, more outrage. And yet, the current reality also fixates on the numbing agent of outrage itself.
While Republicans gut everything considered a public good, Democrats are merely waiting in the corner. Hoping to capitalize on the outrage, they won't change and have no need to. Outrage after outrage, and the "leaders" shrug their shoulders and say, "Where else are you going to go?"
The least that someone could do would be to move away from the duopoly, the system that continues to oppress and slaughter those that get in the way of ultimate profit and conquest. The most basic means of asserting power would be to vote your own values first, and yet that is still too hard.
Outrage after outrage, damning event one after another, coupled with an anesthetized response from elected leaders and a public that continues to view the political world through the keyhole instead of breaking the door down to understand their options, you begin to numb yourself.
A constant diet of news, actual news mind you, and predictable herding of the populace towards their respective pens calcifies you to the condition that things won't change, no matter the situation. A boom/bust economic paradigm, a Democrat and Republican back and forth that forces us to the right decade after decade, a dying environment.
We are strapped to the gurney, while the leaders and people who believe in the system of their political paradigm wheel us to the cliff. There are those, cognizant, who thrash against the restraints, who believe and have a desire to change our system while there may be a chance left. Then, there are those who know the system, those that perhaps had a hope, a desire to create change. But, dazed and numb, they look over at the other gurneys, the people who think things can change. They see themselves, perhaps what they used to be. They, who have tried for decades, belittled, criticized, ostracized, come to realize that to change a system you must change the people. And to truly do that is beyond the means of a single, average citizen. So they rest their head back on the gurney, looking up at the blue sky as they are being carted off the cliff, trying to enjoy the little time they have left in a world that is slowly collapsing and dying.