Liber et Audax
Inauguration Day. There will be a lot of hand-wringing and clothes-rending before this one is through. There is a heavy pall across America, an oppressive weight bearing down on not just the citizens of my birth country, but on the world at large.
This is what fear looks like.
We have abused the planet without mercy. Industry has become so automated that the common man is all but obsolete and those slots above common are few and far between. Technology has relegated the artist to a hobbyist at best.
The simple truth is, our evolution as a species is at a critical point. This is the fulcrum.
I can’t help but feel that the further removed from our cultural heritage we travel, the more fractured we shall become.
We are mired in a fear of the future, of the other, because we have lost our sense of self, our sense of purpose. We have lost our connection to the earth, to our kith and kin. We have lost.
Look, I have lived through Johnson, Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan, Bush, Clinton, other Bush, and Obama. I think I can manage to survive four years of Trump.
The Donald’s ascension to the loftiest office on this rock is a clear and present message.
The gods have not abandoned us. We have abandoned them. These next four years shall afford us the chance to reevaluate our world. They say ‘it’s always darkest before the dawn‘. Well, ladies and gentlemen, this is our dark hour. Let us see our way through the black and press on to the light.
This is our wake-up call.
I’m reading: The Lovecraft Code by Peter Levenda and The Poetic Edda
I’m watching: Deep Space Nine, Forged in Fire, The Curse of Oak Island, and Critical Role.
I’m listening to: Heart and Led Zeppelin.
I’m playing: Skyrim and Dungeons & Dragons
Free & Bold — Gods Bless America