I try to think of clever, poetic ways with meters and rhymes of dealing
with the perilous situation we are in as a country given the president
we have, but nothing comes to mind and such ways seem so inadequate
anyway to address such a dire predicament.
We are now dealing with a false, fabricated national crisis related to the
southern border of the United States growing out of the totally unnecessary
government shutdown about which the president could very well do a power
grab and call a national emergency, thus, if allowed and unchecked,
paving the way to totalitarian leadership.
And so, the only thing I can think to write is that we are in the midst
of a national predicament of extreme instability completely brought upon
us by the pathologically lying, unhinged, unpredictable, volatile and
therefore extremely dangerous person who is our president and the most
powerful person in the world and enabled by cowardly Republican
legislators only concerned with their re-elections and a spineless
Senate Majority Leader.
I would like to think that “this, too, shall pass,” but all that comes
to mind is, “Th-th-th-that’s all, folks!”
We have entered Looney Tune Land or, perhaps, Existentialism’s worst
nightmare such as Sartre’s No Exit or perhaps the scariest
dystopian novel imaginable.
Where, just when you need them most, are those good old, sturdy wooden
school desks we used to crawl under during the nuclear disaster drills
in grade school?