It's obvious America can't survive another four years of Trump, and while I'll be cheerfully knocking down some adult beverages if Biden pulls off a win come this November and Trump and Barr don't try to enact a coup d'etat (I'll offer you 1:3 odds on the former, 3:1 on the latter) we're still fucked as a nation. Unemployment will likely be around 20 percent. Homelessness will be rampant. A solid 30 percent of Americans will be acting as an embittered fifth column (led by FOX News). And given that Trump basically wasted half-a-year on COVID containment, we'll be no closer to defeating the virus than we are now. Schools are going to open way too early this fall, and we're going to be hearing about dead kids and teachers in about six to eight weeks.
Simple, really.
That said, to get meta, it's high time we accept the simple fact that America is a failed state. It's high time we start talking about America as a failed state. Hell, I'd bet most Trump voters would agree with me, before or after a Biden victory. They're a hell of a lot angrier than I am, and I'm pretty angry that my once pretty-good-not-perfect country is now a dumpster fire of white resentment.
It's just strange I guess. As an 80s kid (born in 1974) there was no doubt as a nation we'd suffer ups and downs (Reagan, Bush II, and Trump as the downs), but to actually arrive at this point is hard to fathom. It's to realize the experiment in human freedom, or the possibility thereof, is over, and the results have been less than salubrious.
I guess the next question is whether or not we should just accept what's obvious or get to work putting the unworkable back together.
Come this fall we get a slim shot at maintaining The Union, or we allow the Republican Party to continue to exist in any meaningful way beyond a forever-minority party.
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