Broken Promises

Preposterous. This describes the recent transpirings in my life and this world we live in.  We sit upon the precipice of truth.  We are described as living in post-truth - in fact, the truth is out there now.  These promises our country is built upon were not broken, they were false all along.

The week brings me work.  It should not.  The week was supposed to be a week of nothingness, just me in my hovel, kept warm by candlelight, with nary a snotty nose nearby to harass me.  Instead, the children and I will sit together for the week bombarded by ticking clocks and waiting for a bell so we can leave and go home.

The holiday season is one to be spent with family.  I have none but you, dear readers.  I am utterly alone, the Grimm clan having suspended such silly gatherings upon their death.  I remember none of them - the orphanage had no budget for photographs.

In equity we stand.  We are making America Great Again - we are not.  America has never been great.  I stand here, a white male, the love of Jesus burning in my heart, and I say America has never been great.  A great unfinished symphony, as a Hispanic gentleman once said.  There is no greatness here, only a level of mediocrity above the world around us.  People have been able to eat meat every night and drink clean water (unless you live in Flint), and for this we believe we are great.

No, there was no true promise.  The lens of the past is focused as never before.  We are a country built on the backs of indentured servitude and subjugation.  We foolishly fought a battle to maintain economic strength and forgave those who began it.  And we suffer still from that.  Oh, we were poised to finally reach a point where the promises did not ring false - but it is over now.

Oh, I will be fine.  I am white, straight, you see.  There is nothing that will touch me so long as I stay solvent - of course, my crime of lack of money may catch me, yet.  But no matter.

It is a dark time, yes.  It is dark and cold and the future seems bleak.  We are entering post-apocalyptica.