January 20, 2017. The day everything changed.
Many Americans naively believe that today’s the day everything will start to get better for them. They believe that the American economy will begin to improve as their countrymen turn to buying products made exclusively in the USA, resulting in more jobs for them, better livelihoods, and a better & stronger economy. That the national wealth will subsequently rise, and be fairly redistributed to all hard-working people and their families. That the Trump government will focus on their needs above its other priorities. And who cares if these protectionist policies hurt the economies of their neighbours to the north & south as the result of Trump tearing up legally-established free-trade agreements? Or that protectionism can hurt a nation by isolating it from the products, services, resources, and assets of markets beyond its borders.
It’s the day the USA will get tough about its border safety & security, and the world will sit up and take notice because the States will once again wield a big nuclear stick, held firmly and defiantly in the hands of a man who’s not afraid to use it. After all, no one will dare mess with a crazy man holding a bomb. (Wait… who’s the terrorist here?)
It’s the day America will protect its threatened republic by expelling and walling-out foreign undesirables. And maybe Trump will even change (or just cover up) the plaque on the Statue of Liberty, which now reads “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
It’s the day that all signs of that damned black president will be erased, and the nation will finally get back to re-establishing itself as a white Christian nation once again. Man, now if someone could only find a way to resurrect Bing Crosby and John Wayne, wouldn’t that be great?!
It’s the day that American values – and only American values – will once again reign supreme. Old glory will once again fly proudly on every flag pole. The mighty US military – young mid-west boys armed to the teeth with American assault weaponry – will once again be able to hold its head up proudly. Blacks, women, and immigrants will once again know their place as kept people. And the world will sit up and take notice of this fully-restored and reinvigorated America. God, even the clouds will be red, white, and blue.
It’s the day that America will become Great Again!
You know, as sad as the picture I’ve painted above sounds, that’s exactly what Trump supporters voted for. And it’s what they truly hope he delivers. It’s almost a comic book version of the USA, brought by time-machine from the 1950s into the present. And within its greying pages are all the grim reminders of Jim Crow segregation, witch hunt McCarthyism, Cold War paranoia (except the enemy nations have changed, because the USA will now be in bed with Russia), the corrupt military/industrial complex, and unbridled post-war greed & competition that saw citizen pitted against citizen for jobs and affluence.
I really find myself lost for words at just how bad things are about to become for the USA, and for the rest of the world. Others have said it so much better than I can. So I leave it to you to click the links I’m providing, and to read for yourselves how the experts, political pundits, politicians, respected news outlets, and just ordinary citizens are responding to this tragic day in American history, as the skies over the nation darken under the growing shadow of an elitist, greedy, aggressive, opportunistic, and quasi-dictatorial administration.
America, you have my sympathies. Hold strong. All I can hope is that you’ll be able to maintain your integrity, your honour, your compassion, your sense of humour, and your sense of fairness for others less fortunate than you over these next four years. Because those noble traits are about to be tested over and over again, as Trump pits you all against one another.
He’s a bully, and you’re all about to be subjected relentlessly to his wanton wrath, hair-trigger temper, and petty impulses. You’ve made a king, or maybe emperor, out of a spoiled and petulant child, and have given him all the wealth, influence, and destructive might of the most powerful nation on Earth. What could possibly go wrong?
I fear that we’re all about to find out.
So, with a heavy heart, I wish you good luck.
I’m just sayin’