What a strange world we live in. When the 9-11 attacks happened all those years ago it was galvanizing. The anger and determination it engendered was monumental. And back then I still believed we were one nation. There were hints that not everyone thought we were the aggrieved party. And there were voices from the millennial generation that were unpatriotic in the extreme. But the great majority of Americans were united in wanting to avenge a great wrong.
But think about where we are now. Look at what is happening in places like New York, things being done with the explicit approval of the mayor and the rest of the city and state government. New York is actually in worse shape than it was on 9-11-2001. The city is empty. People live in isolation and in fear of each other and of the next wave of violence that will happen whenever the Antifa and BLM terrorists decide it’s time. Business has ground to a halt and anyone who has the economic means is leaving.
When I think about 9-11 now I just feel numb. All those soldiers fought and were wounded and died to avenge a city that Bill de Blasio is destroying on his own. New York has disgraced itself. They dishonor the flag by kneeling through the anthem and they spit on the police that try to keep them from killing each other. I was born in New York. New York doesn’t exist anymore. It’s just a failed state waiting to completely collapse. It has even managed to delegitimize the solidarity Americans felt for it after 9-11. Now it’s just a place where people are ashamed of the country that went to war to avenge it’s wounds. It breaks my heart to say it but we shouldn’t have bothered.
September 11th is too solemn a day for me to publish a Trump comedy. I’ll just sum up the bizarre combination that surrounds the events of this day and the impressions they leave. When September 11th 2001 occurred there was still the semblance of a united country. That has long since dissolved into a hodge podge of leftist grievance groups, disillusioned citizens and ignorant children. Watching as Clinton puts on the clown hat that Trump has momentarily dropped is tragically funny. To see the US presidency contested by two truly awful human beings and realize that in some sense each one is sort of what the country deserves is simultaneously enormously funny and heartbreakingly tragic.
But we have no choice but to see it through. As I’ve said before I look forward to the election’s completion.
If Clinton wins then I can read a eulogy over the United States of America. Hillary intends to appoint leftists to the Supreme Court and gut the 1st and 2nd amendments. That will more or less end the experiment started in 1776. It will also end my concerns with this sinking ship. After that I’ll just concentrate on me and mine and any like minded folks I find. Amen.
If Trump wins I’ll be almost disappointed because I won’t be out of my misery. I’ll still have to bang my head against the wall over the endless foibles of the lunatic asylum that Trump will usher in. But I guess the old saying about life and hope remains. So let’s say that would still be the more favorable outcome.
Anyway after the bizarre occurrences of Hillary’s fainting spell it’s not beyond possibility that the democrats end up with a different candidate. Maybe Fauxcahantas or Crazy Uncle Joe. Either way we are about to see a circus like nothing dreamed of before. Watching Trump berate the democrat candidate and the democrat moderators will be close to a Monty Python skit. After this morose and boring post I’ll try to uphold my plan of mock chronicling the election as a farce with all the mockery and sarcasm that both sides richly deserve. With any luck Trump will prevail and I’ll be able to continue the comedy in the inaugural season. If Hillary wins I’ll have to quit this project. Under her regime this writing would probably be a felony. I’ll move on to something more profitable (and less candid).
So stay tuned for the fun. I predict that Mr Trump will continue his fascination with popular culture and bring great enthusiasm and dignity to all of his endeavors. And since I’m currently fascinated by all things Deadpool I predict more mashups of the two. After all what better metaphor can there be for the current chain reaction pile-up that is our world than the opening scene of Deadpool with a slow motion view of a spinning, tumbling car crash complete with mayhem and bodies ejecting to their deaths all to the tune of Just Call Me Angel In the Morning?