We have the distinction to live through some very difficult times. These are hard times despite the fact we enjoy the relative prosperity brought about by technology.
Paradoxically enough, times are dire not because there’s more wealth now than at any other moment in history. They are so not because most people are better off now than their parents were a generation ago.
And yeah, folks, our generation lives way better than anybody before. Despite the economic downturn brought about by COVID-19 and the endless wars of the last 23 years, we are doing better in terms of bare minimum.
Less people go hungry nowadays than anytime before. Clean water, sanitation, health care, and living standards have all become a reality for most of the world.
Yet, progress is not present in our lives.
Yes, progress is missing.
It is missing because for the last 20-25 years, we have been steadily grown accustomed to a shift in the vector moving the world at large. A race upward has become a downward spiral.
This shift has started as a mere nuisance, nothing big to worry about and not many people paid enough attention at the time.
Slowly but surely, this nefarious state of affairs took root in the people’s hearts. From London to Bombay, and from New York to Jakarta, our generation abandoned hope.
Hope in a better, brighter future, for themselves and more importantly, for their offspring.
With hope gone, joy went overboard too. Life became a struggle really. Survival replaced it.
People all over the world felt abandoned, rudderless, adrift on a sea of change, all of it bad.
They lost hope. They lost faith. They forgot about God. They shunned Him. They turned on each other. Became savages. Stopped giving a damn about their neighbours. Concentrated solely on making it through another day in this hopeless world.
People became convinced they did not possess an ounce of agency in their own lives. They stopped fighting for a better world. They stopped believing in themselves. And started adopting new mores, new genders, new ideas, new morals, alien to Life.
They stopped having kids. Not all. But enough, at least in the godless affluent West, that without the Global South, we’d be in a world of trouble.
They started believing in false prophets, false gods, false leaders, fake heroes.
Education became indoctrination. Students stopped learning skills and knowledge in school. They became indoctrinated and brainwashed into believing that the State was their Tutor, and their Family, their Blood, came second after the Law.
But who is the Law? The Law has always been the State. And Government is the State.
Family, Friends, what is Right, had become secondary to what the State wanted our children to believe, wanted us all to believe.
The Church, organized Religion, articles of Faith, so important to so many, were replaced, are being replaced by unelected organizations like the World Economic Forum, that issue new Dogmatic principles like the Pope did with its famous Bullae back in the day.
“You will own nothing and be happy!” they said, not so long ago.
And we were supposed to buy it. Buy into it, start praying for it, dedicate our lives to it. Make it into our daily reminder and holy of holies.
But somehow, some of us, objected to it. You see, when you have almost 8 billion souls engaging with one another, dealing in absolutes, and trivialities, you end up with a reasonable amount of dissenters.
Crazy people, really. For how can you call such people who deny COVID-19’s import and preventative measures? Or people who uphold freedom of speech, to bear arms, to assemble, to do things differently from the norm. And what is the norm?
Is accepting every single thing coming down, in a free democratic society, from the top of the ladder, is this the new norm?
And all these dissenters, conscientious objectors, who saw no harm in refusing to abide by the dictates, ukazes, and resolutions of unelected officials, started to coalesce and find that Hope was never truly gone.
Hope, ladies and gentlemen of the Jury, is never truly out of the picture. It may be diminished. It may be too opaque to perceive, too fragile to countenance or gauge. But it is always there, in some remote corner of our mind.
It is Hope that we devote our lives to. It is Hope we pray to when we pray to our Lord the Father Almighty. Hope is Providence. And Providence is Hope.
And that is what those dissenters, those naysayers, those pesky free speech absolutists clung to. It was Hope that had become their Battle Standard.
And then when they rallied around it, all they were missing was a person, a man or a woman who could convince them Hope is what Makes the World go Round.
That Man was Donald J. Trump.
I know how stupid, utterly and totally idiotic it is for a clownish, crude, silly little orange 60 something year old man to become the Providential Man who would give Reason and Common Sense a fighting chance!!!!!
And honestly, I did not see it coming. I wanted to believe, especially in 2016, that he was the right choice to bring about a reaction to the dissolute state of the world. But in my mind I was convinced that the man was part of the establishment, vetted by them, agreed upon, like a fable.
And honestly, one could say that left-wing, right-wing, they all belong to the same fucking bird.
All that changed one fateful July afternoon when a guy took a bunch of shots from 130 yards at Trump. Not only that, but if he hadn’t moved his head to read off of a map for his audience, he would now be RIP.
As it happens, the .223 caliber bullet that nicked his right ear, consecrated him in the eyes, hearts, and minds of the multitudes.
Not just in the United States of America but also all across the world.
The would-be assassin’s bullet made him into a hero, who was shunned, detested, and hated with such vitriol by his own class. And all that made him realize perhaps for the first time in his life, that he was called by Providence to do more than just put up a show.
Trump 1.0, the showman, the clown, the businessman turned politico, turned survivalist, had become Trump 2.0, the providential candidate of the many libertarians, decent folk, men and women who want nothing but a chance to live in peace, relative prosperity, and leave their kids a better-adjusted world than the mess our generation has managed to make of things.
Trump 2.0 is Hope. And I am honestly surprised that his numbers were not higher, much higher than the 73 million who appeared to have voted for him.
Be that as it may, all that I know is this.
He has to deliver. And he has four years to do so. Hope is a precious commodity. Right now, he is Hope. But his enemies, his many enemies, both foreign and domestic, small and big, hidden and in the open, they will use every waking hour making sure he will have to fight for every single measure, decision, and law that is supposed to make us free, prosperous, and less dependent on the largesse of the State.
The Battle will be waged in People’s minds. Our children’s future is at stake here. We must stay strong and united in the firm belief that Freedom is worth any Sacrifice. And that anybody who fights for Freedom, also fights for our Children’s right to Hope in a better Future for theirs as well.
Götterdämmerung 