were pinpoints somewhere
as far away as the stars
and not part of now
Driving to work this morning, I was listening to the book, The Big Bounce by Elmore Leonard.
Neither here nor there but Mr. Leonard’s step by step description of a breaking and entering of a Lake Huron beach house while every one is on the beach is truly terrifying in its normalness. No suspension of disbelief necessary to see it all happening, but I digress.
Driving over the bridge to the island, I heard this short passage:
In the darkness, but they were pinpoints, cold little dots off somewhere in the night, as far away as stars and not part of the beach, not part of now.
That phrase stuck with me as I drove.
In the darkness, but they were pinpoints, cold little dots off somewhere in the night, as far away as stars and not part of the beach, not part of now.
It was how I felt about current events.
Folks are saying this is not us, this is not how things should be in this country.
But who we used to be, who many want to be again is out there in the darkness, pinpoints, cold little dots off somewhere in the night, as far away as stars and not part of the beach, not part of now.
Not part of now.
And what do we got now?
It was my wife who hit that nail on the head when she said it was like watching a reality TV show.
You have to watch to see what crazy thing they can come up with next.
We got a guy who sits at the desk of the president of the United States who gets upset over not getting an award and has the power to upend the world over the supposed slight.
Not to worry has this country is governed by a document that outlines three avenues of power and responsibility so that there are checks and balances in place.
Oh wait, two of other three branches of power have checked out and let that guy sitting at the desk run unchecked.
Saying the quiet part out loud, I am of the opinion that this guy is crazy and I don’t mean like some sports fan fanatic crazy but crazy in the sense that he needs managed care and not allowed to work in food service, operate machinery or have sharp objects.
Instead this guy has the nuclear codes and can and would and will at some point fire off a nuclear weapon at someone.
For the life of me, I cannot understand how anyone can support this guy.
In their hearts, where they are truly honest, those people have to know the wrong in all of this, but they have sold their souls and backed themselves out on a cliff and there is no going back.
As for his staff, the adults in the room, they are reaching out to William Shatner as they feel the most recent incantation of Star Trek has become too woke.
Not content with tearing the country apart, they are also worried about the state of things in a fictional world 1000 years from the current date.
Greenland.
Star Trek.
It’s been a year of this insanity.
I cannot imagine the next three years.
Not alone there as I cannot think of any science fiction novel or dystopian world where anyone dared come up with a plot where things could have gone so far off the rails.
Fiction is governed by that rule of suspension of disbeleif.
To get here, the amount of disbelief to be suspended was too much of lift.
Maybe Mr. Orwell got close in 1984 but I put it to you that the in the book, 1984, those in charge cared what the little people thought.
They cared so much that the book tells the story of the effort those in charge made to change the mind of just one man, Winston Adams, to bring him to the point that he would finally betray his closest friend and come to admit to himself that he did indeed, love Big Brother.
This group in Washington?
They could care less what anyone thinks.
They effort made to retrain the mind of Winston Adams to love Big Brother is far to much trouble.
They don’t want to win over anybody.
They want to run over everybody.
And if they don’t get their way?
If they don’t get the trophy?
Well.
They will piss in they pool everyone else is swimming in and go home.
I still feel America is out there.
Out there.
In the darkness.
Pinpoints, cold little dots off somewhere in the night, as far away as stars and not part of the beach, not part of now.
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