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Waiting for Trumpocalypse, or: Is America Falling Apart?

America-watchers around the world must be shaking their heads and wondering what the flock is going on here.

For the last four years, the basic institutions of American democracy—the stability of which most of us (and let this be a lesson to us) have taken utterly for granted—have been systematically dismantled by a corrupt and honorless cadre of strongmen who care only for power at any price, backed by their dupe-army of fetus-worshipers and White Power malicious...um, militias. For all their rhetoric, the Opposition are the ones now revealed as the true Haters of America.

Now, when the Super-spreader-in-Chief loses the election—which he will—some are predicting blood in the streets and, in essence, Civil War II.

Is America falling apart?

Well—for what it's worth—I, for one, don't think so. The fact that American checks and balances have survived the current mis-administration at all is a testimony to their institutional resilience, and to the creative brilliance which envisioned and created them in the first place.

Meanwhile, what do we do while waiting for trumpocalypse?

Well, we vote.

We talk One America.

We pray.

To Whom do we pray ?

Me, I'm a concrete thinker, and my gods are tangible gods: Earth, Sun, the Winds. I'm not much one for abstraction-gods, though my e-buddy Indo-Europeanist Ceisiwr Serith has done his best to convince me of the spiritual utility of gods of contracts and social stability, like Mithras. If you honor such gods, then for gods' sakes, ask them for grith—peace between communities—and smooth transition to a New Blue administration.

Me, I call to Earth for stability and the Sun—god of regular habits that he is—for regularity and life-giving routine.

My fellow pagan Americans, let us pray.

Let us pray for Sunrise in America.

 

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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.

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  • Anthony Gresham
    Anthony Gresham Monday, 12 October 2020

    Judging from what I've seen at the grocery store a lot of people must be getting bombed on pumpkin spice everything. Not my particular thing, but whatever gets you through the season I guess. I did the in person early voting at city hall September 30th. I think I was the 49th person voting that day, this was before noon. With the Trump administration deliberately trying to sabotage the postal service I don't trust mail-in voting.

  • Jamie
    Jamie Monday, 12 October 2020

    Mr. Posch,

    Mr. Putin certainly got his money's worth, didn't he?

    I disagreed with many of President Reagan's policies. However, I never doubted that he loved his country. I never doubted that despite his wrong-headed ideas about many things, Dutch tried to do right by his office.

    But POTUS-45? If some KGB agent had offered the Gipper a billion dollars to betray America, Reagan would have shot him in the head right there and said something like, "Well, there's your answer."

    I think you and I both know how Trump handled that situation. So, how and when are Vlad's shadowy minions going to collect on that 421 million dollars again?

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