© Eric Peters Auto
Cling tight to the fantasy because the actuality is just too much to bear.
Here is the bitter pill that must be swallowed:
Facts are irrelevant now. It does not matter that the election probably was stolen any more than it matters that a "mask" isn't stopping the spread of anything (except sanity). A medieval mentality is rising from the shattered remains of the Enlightenment. A new Dark Age is descending, defined by irrationality rabidized, as it was 500 years ago. If you listen, you can already hear the cry . . .
Burn the witch!
Just sub in "Trumper" - or conservative or for that matter anyone who questions anything the new priest class says the faith requires. People worry about the Second Amendment when the First is already on the rack, its tendons snapping, bones dislocating. How will the Second fare when its turn comes?
Yet many people on the Trump (or other-than-Biden) side still do not fully appreciate what they face. They retain their own anachronistic faith that facts matter; that if only the people knew the truth about the election! About Biden! About this virus that doesn't kill 99.8-something percent of the healthy population!
The truth does not matter.
It is no defense, either.
It won't persuade people who believe in witches. Who are riddled with fear of things they can't see but who see you aren't fearful, which unnerves and shames them - and instills in them an urge to see you burn. This is the etiology of the Holy Warriors of Sickness Psychosis, who are the same people who don't want to hear anything about the election their high priest won, no matter how he won it.
Similarly, the tragic faith in a last-minute Hail Mary by the retired generals and Tweeting lawyers that the "kraken" is coming, don't you worry. Even as the day is days away - if not sooner - that Orange Man will either leave the premises on his own two feet or be dragged out of the premises by his feet. It doesn't materially matter. They still believe. Even though what will happen is that he'll be leaving and that something else is coming, like it or not.
I get it.
I also wanted desperately to believe that, somehow, facts about the election would cause a reconsideration of the election's result. Just as I want the facts about the WuFlu to heal Sickness Psychosis. it is hard to let go of faith in facts, in their power to dissipate fear.
I wanted to believe, not because I am a Trumper but because I dread the thing slouching in his wake. Whatever his many flaws, I don't regard the Orange Man as evil - just flawed. Like a brother-in-law who drinks too much and talks too loudly when he drinks.
But not a bad guy.
The thing slouching in his wake is bad. Very bad. It has already given an inkling of what it will do once the formalities have been attended to. Speech will be suppressed. Dissent will be pathologized, as in the old Soviet Union - when criticism of Communism was taken as evidence of mental illness. Wait and see. It is coming.
It is almost here.
What isn't coming is a last-minute reprieve. The Special Forces didn't snatch Nancy Pelosi's computer and Epstein isn't testifying about anything. Chief Justice Roberts' secrets - whatever they may be - are safe. Mike Pence will probably get a six-figure gig as a board member of some corporate conglomerate and the Orange Man will continue to Tweet - or Twat or whatever they'll call his new social media echo chamber, where the faithful will continue to believe in their lost cause and the endless imminence of the "kraken" that will never come.
It is time to stop confusing wishes with what is. And to come to grips with the new normal, a joint run by hysterias and injunctions, led by a new clergy that understands what matters now and it isn't facts.
The Orange Man blew his chance - and ours - when he didn't act to prevent the Dark Age from descending and enveloping. He could have. The "kraken" that might have saved us all should have come eight months ago, when it was known to anyone still thinking that everyone wasn't going to die or even get mildly sick and that it was fatally sick to let the impression be created that it was something more than that.
Instead, the Orange Man let the priesthood take over and so Darkness descended. Rome has fallen - again.
And it may take another 1,000 years to snap out of it.
Reader Comments
R.C.
After 9-11 I developed a penchant for black metal. It is truly a wretched music, with the 'singers' distorting their voices, to make themselves sound horrible and generally surrounded with VERY heavy drumbeats and various ominous guitar riffs. It tends to give you a headache. I don't know how the musicians are able to hold up to it. Maybe they can't.
Needless to say, I got away from it.
Last night however, I listened to 'One Rode to Asa Bay' by Bathory and several songs by a group named Summoning, both of whom were a couple of my favorites, 15 years ago.
Fast forward to this morning (everything is moving 'fast forward' now, according to our captors, these insane monsters of this earth):
I don't seem to have a headache, though maybe it is just a constant throbbing headache I now experience.
I'm not even sure.
Are people just getting more and more used to this horrific insanity? This wretched control over our existence? The lies? It is normal, eh?
I don't go to town much, because I vastly prefer nature, open space (what's left), but I am sorry to report, that mask usage around here seems to be increasing, not dwindling. People are folding like used paper that you would crumple up and toss in the waste basket.
15-20 years ago and the takeover then now seems a delightful picnic.
Life today is miserable, in outlook and in hope. There is none.
And still getting worse.
Burn in hell.
I hear the sirens.
They are constant.
And it's only just begun.
ned,
out
I just shake my head.
They look like some sort of fungi.
I just shake my head and wonder.
I am used to looking at trees and flying birds, clouds and hilltops, bodies of water and such.
Not hideous, deformed clinging mushrooms.
ned,
OUT
Eric, that was an interesting article, although i disagree with your statement saying he did not act. the orange man did act. he may not have acted in accordance with your wishes. believing he did not act presumes the orange man guilty when you have not the entire portfolio of evidence or knowledge - none of us know this - except the orange man.
that literary craftsman, Shakey Will, wrote something a while back, about the orange man, and you and me:
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
*borrowed from: [Link] my apologies for the text spacing, just happened like that lol