A New Dawning?

This New Year rises cold and clear and perilous for those who believe in a representative form of government.

In open and contemptuous disregard of the verities and freedoms that men and women of valor and courage have sacrificed life and limb to instill and preserve, and so many others have worked within the constitutional boundaries to improve and winnow, now has come a terrible scourge seemingly dedicated to abolishing and destroying the foundations of our democracy.

With little or no thoughts of the citizens they have taken sacred oaths to heed and represent, these dark forces, seemingly oblivious to all but their endless greed and lust for untrammeled power, are rending the very fabric of our society.

They are led and championed by a sociopath whose very existence is a stain on humanity. That these forces can and do continue on their dark path speaks volumes of the times we face.

The unthinkable has arrived and now thrives. Aberration is the norm. Cruelty is a political pastime. Time slides horribly backwards to days of unspeakable injustice and the rule of law is slowly being crushed under the boot of unbridled racism and crazed conservatism.

A seemingly limitless media and the so-called social media – an ill-named oxymoron – have suspended too many in their witless webs, have become as much a narcotic as the opiate horrors that now claim more lives than even the usual slaughter of traffic fatalities. Faced with shallow and meaningless lives under the onslaught from above, heretofore bright and optimistic citizens have caved to its inevitability and abandoned themselves to lives of dreams and subsistence. The grim and dark lines of modernism have become all-embracing tentacles.

A New Year dawns, inevitable and empty at its genesis, but nonetheless a beacon to people of good will and hope. There yet abides in the cities and towns and plains and shores and mountains of this vast and still young experiment in freedom an unquenchable thirst for truth and the pursuit of the happiness inherent in its fulfillment.

Openly and brazenly or quietly and modestly, there is afoot in this land a spirit of resistance and defiance and, yes, deep and abiding anger at what is befalling us. It is the same spirit that threw off the yoke of tyranny at the republic’s inception, only now directed at a domestic cancer, albeit one that will be proven to be instigated and abetted by a totalitarian enemy from abroad.

These forces will never admit that it is too late to reverse this gloomy course, they will continue in any way possible, from that very same media and its social companion to plain door-to-door word of mouth. Like the song says, “I can feel it in the air.”

And the song goes on to say, “Hold on.” But holding on is not enough in these perilous times. We must press forward, push on, regardless of the faux legal and ethical barriers set up by the crowing marauders who now hold their tenuous upper hand.

We must wrench back our land from their dark and terrible hands. Or we are nothing.