Barbarian Bathos

They can't hide it. For one thing it's a compulsion. They say it's patriotic, unifying, bipartisan and blah-blah. Is that a joke? It's one cheapshot after another and an exercise in tyranny. And what is it, really? The consummation of the privatization of the federal government. Of the country. 

Republicans are the Confederacy. They own the country. Private equity firms buy companies, strip them of assets, saddle them with debt and say go and God-bless. They skipped the last part. They are throwing a gargantuan party with our money, an orgy of corruption. And not only for July 4th. 

It's going on all the time. It isn't ours anymore. The country isn't ours. It's theirs. They own it. They own us. We can wonder who they are is but screw that. Is it the richest 1%? One richest tenth of that? 

Name your torturers? They're the NPCs, mindless agents of destruction. Musk didn't find them. We found them. Smashing our doors down. They were hard to miss. It doesn't matter. What is a cheapshot? Kicking at people who can't fight back. Sound familiar? We are all brown people under ICE.

Not one nation under God. How will it be characterized, decades from now? Really, think about that. Because we're inside of an explosion and this is what that looks like, an explosion from the inside.

An epic failure and shitshow of enormous proportions but it doesn't matter. The coup, putsch, takeover, conquest, sacking, demolition, usurpation, whatever, but I wonder how it will be remembered anyway, Trump's mind-blowing graft and grift? The ICE surges? Everyone knows more are coming. 

A long summer awaits us. At the same time, it's over. It's done. Our country is gone. Law, values, integrity, traditions, up in smoke. We've somehow handed inconceivable power to people whose corruption, venality, dishonesty and cruelty defy description. Or they seized power. It doesn't matter. 

Trump staged our funeral. A orgiastic wake at the end of a looting, in true barbarian fashion. 

We can't go back. Forward, folks. We are the generation that failed. Say it's the boomers if it makes you feel better. It doesn't matter. The torch has really been dropped this time. The country is dead. Those that carry what it once was in their hearts will have to unseat the false heirs and traitors. 

And start over. It wasn't even rational by business standards. They settled a grudge. They're punishing us for the Civil War and desegregation. So they will leave nothing. Salt the fields of democracy. Make it impossible to build on the ruins. Where there was integrity, now cowardice and dishonor. 

Resurrect something, people. Acknowledge what has been lost, like a three-generation link that is broken when an abusive, addicted wastrel wrests control of the family estate and trashes it. We are the sons of liberty. They are the destroyers. What we're witnessing in Washington is utter disgrace. 

Conquest. The aftermath of conquest. The celebration of a glorious victory. Really, a party for a bunch of pigs. The worst frat party ever. Let's own it, what's happened. And move on.