I rather think it’s predictable where we’ve ended up.
If we won’t listen to warnings –
no, that will warm the planet!
no, that will result in workplace accidents!
no, that will poison a community with biotoxins!
no, you have to put up a sign so people don’t swim with piranhas!
no, brominated vegetable oil is not fit for human consumption!
no, you can’t detain people indefinitely on pretrial charges; then you’ll have a debtor’s prison!
no, we cannot rip kids from their families and keep them in a shithole at the border!
no, you can’t just drain the state and municipal coffers when we have ghettos with no plan for revitalization!
no, you can’t just throw plastic into the oceans ad infinitum!
no, you do have to warn the public of a deadly pandemic on the horizon and protect people and their welfare, rather than doing insider trading to profit from their suffering!
no, you can’t allow price gouging of a fucking Epi pen!
Where exactly the living fuck do we expect to be right now, then, America?
I feel we’ve sorely lost our way. But I also feel out of the loop, as my chronic illness has kept me in a state akin to semi-consciousness. Maybe when I fully wake up, I’ll find some sense has been knocked into some folks. Or even – shudder – some empathy.