Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
Sometimes the angst rises to a level that I can feel coming up behind my eyes. Like it’s a hot fluid perfusing my bodily tissue from the gut up.
You know what I’m talking about. Boris Johnson won a couple of weeks ago in a landslide. Brexit is a foregone conclusion. The Senate will acquit Donald Trump of the two articles of impeachment in early 2020, and the election will become a referendum on the treasonous coup-attempting Democrats rather than one on the possibly terminal damage Trump is inflicting on democracy.
So, angst. It’s this year’s Pokemon Go.
We hear from “Moscow” Mitch McConnell that the rules governing the Senate trial will be dictated by White House counsel. There will be no daylight between Senate leadership and Donald Trump when it comes to how the trial is run.
It feels like we’re living in a really bad novel.
When I think back to all the massive rallies in London against Brexit, against Tory policies, against racism, against the direction Johnson is pulling the country, I can’t make sense of his victory. I won’t be able to make sense of Trump’s victory next November either, if it happens. But every day it seems more likely to happen because of a terrible combination of circumstances that we’re confronting right now. Not just Russian meddling. Not just corruption at the highest levels. Not just a right-wing media machine that tells half the country that Trump is the Second Coming. The fault, dear Brutus, is in ourselves.
Just like in Britain, the American electorate has been led to believe that immigration is an evil. Immigrants are thieves of the rewards of our hard work. They’re taking our jobs and ruining our culture. Not only that, they’re diluting our precious white perfection.
That’s right. I’m afraid our predicament is all about race. The chickens have come home to roost.
Just look at the House Judiciary Committee. On the Republican side, not one person of color. Nothing but crackers, and only a couple of women to boot. My own representative, Tom McClintock, sat there demanding witnesses tell the committee who they voted for. Are you now or have you ever been a member of the Democratic party?
Where the hell are we heading?
Down a dark dark hole, it would seem. It’s not possible to be too pessimistic about this. Between an emboldened Trump and an election system that’s probably going to be hacked to Kingdom Come, you can see the writing on the wall. We’re all going to be so stunned, even though Sarah Kendzior’s been telling us all along what was happening right under our noses.
So hey. Merry Effing Christmas. We get the government we deserve. And that must mean we’ve been very very bad.