Royal Despot

Some days my heart aches with the patriotism I once thought I was incapable of. As it turns out, I have a deep love for my country, especially now that I witness it teetering on the brink of demise, at the hands of a man who considers himself king.

This fellow knows little about the history of the United States Of America. But if he does know that the Declaration Of Independence was born of revolutionary spirit against a King George, our royal despot might view this as unfortunate.

For, whether one views the current resident of the White House as a sociopath or a narcissist or some combination of the two, he has deep respect for tyrants. Or, at minimum, their methods of exerting power over the masses.

As promised by Steve Bannon, the “deconstruction of the administrative state” is becoming more apparent, at least to those of us who have accepted the fact that we’re dealing with a dangerous man.

But for a myriad of reasons, his followers do not see him as a threat, nor do they worry about the fate of our nation. Or, by default, the world order.

Truth is, these enablers trouble me nearly as much as he does. This is an unsettling state of affairs, especially since some of these people are my loved ones. Far beyond some opposing political view, they are complicit in the evolving threat.

Breaks my heart.

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By eklektikosbystar

I am a Wordpress rookie. As promised, come hell or high water, I finally got my “baby blog” going. For the time being, it is not interactive. No, it’s just a place for me to share my written words, and for others to take what they like, and leave the rest. At the start of this endeavor I am almost 66 years old. Allegedly “retired”, I never lack for inspiration in a world pulsing with options...and distractions. I’ve never understood the concept of boredom. While for some it is regarded as an unavoidable reality, I seem to teeter toward an intolerance of it. And, as a person who seeks compassion, I know that condescension besmirches my soul. We are all different, wired as we are by our respective predispositions, the environment we’re birthed into, as well as all future pit stops and destinations. This word ramble on the matter of boredom reminds me of journaling back in the seventies, e.g., when I took an Introduction to Philosophy course... Were I enrolled in said class today, all of the above pros would likely be entered into the journal. Now, as then, I would not necessarily reach any conclusions; but I’d do a spectacular job of contemplating...the contemplation!