”Mixed feelings,” maybe a somewhat wishy washy way of describing my reaction to the gigantic upheaval the world is facing right now but it` s the best I can do. History may possibly have the year 2022, plus an uncertain number of years onwards, on a par with the fall of the Roman Empire no less. Unfortunately I won’ t be around to study the historical version and must resign myself to seeing things at close hand.
America has crapped itself. The ”great” generation has moved on, replaced by the ”price of eggs” generation where some 70 million Americans voted for a man who, in front of a large crowd, mocked a handicapped reporter. Comprehend that and you get the gist of things. If anything the Gulf should have been named Shamerica. Canada is now the enemy and Putin` s Russia, the friend. The heroes of Hollywood have become the fake news of our time. The 7th Cavalry has morphed into a joke. Wyatt Earp, the Marshall in Tombstone may just as well have come riding in on a donkey and waving a banana. John Wayne will be remembered as Marion Morrison, the fraud. Reagan and his political ilk have become invertebrates. The Statue of Liberty is once again French. ”O say can you see by the dawn’ s early plight….” It is never ending and cheered on by a sycophantic group of greedy oligarchs. Simply gut wrenching.
There is nothing ambiguous about America` s demise on the world stage nor in fact its present antithsesis, the rise of Europe. Brexit woes notwithstanding, the UK clearly demonstrates where home is. That home is now raising its voice in unison against Russian imperialism and its ”lager lout” supporters in the US. A united Europe has long been a dream stymied by regional narrow mindedness. No longer. Our own diverse european neck of the woods has begun to re-draw the line between national diversity and european unity, realizing perhaps that one does not exclude the other. Hope inspiring.
