Disappointed but not surprised
Why are normal people acting like norms are still the norm?
As I write, Senator My Boo is questioning someone about that shower of muppets above adding a high-profile journalist to a Signal chat about intensifying World War 3 (but only if it’s brown people getting bombed, ofc). Don’t ask me who’s being questioned – I’m too entranced by Senator My Boo’s glossy locks to care. Angry Jon Ossoff is by far the sexxxiest Jon Ossoff.
Er, where was I? Oh, right. Sorry.
Unsurprisingly, there is no acceptance of responsibility by the witness, or anyone else in the New Phone Houthis PC Small Brain Group. Mag-gahs are all over social media blaming the journalist. The fish rots from the head.
Yet equally vocal on social media are outraged people who can’t believe such a dunderheaded, cavalier, and dangerous approach has been taken to matters of national security. Well, in the USA, anyway. In the UK, people are more like …
Me, I’m surprised by the surprise. Yes, of course you can feel dismay; that’s different. Despite the world proving over and over again in the last five years that even generally caring people don’t care about people beyond their immediate circle as much as you expected, that the human race is unlikely to survive because of that and short-term thinking, and that there are waaaaayyyyyyy more utterly fucking nitwitted people in the world than you’d realised, hope springs eternal.
Even with all that weighing on your heart, there’s still somehow a little voice inside, like a super-chipper Jiminy Cricket but even more irritating, telling you that it might not happen. That it’s surely not that bad. They can’t be that stupid and arrogant at the same time. This too shall pass. Someone will come along to save us from ourselves.
(It’s those thoughts that truly doom us, of course. Otherwise we’d act faster and more energetically. Hope can be laziness and fearful avoidance of problems. Can be evading responsibility for solutions by wishing them onto some imaginary daddy-saviour for grown-ups. More on the whole rancid daddy thing next week).
The most frustrating people right now among such thinkers are the people in America who just lost power, but still have some power – elected Democrats. Yes, even, much as I hate to say it, Senator My Oh My Boo. He speaks for millions when he gets cross with the thick-as-a-whale omelette techbroligarch cultists now running things [into the ground]. But the pearl-clutching and “I’m so disappointed with you” tone being taken is beyond unhelpful.
For one thing, chiding the miscreants make it look like you’re doing something, and makes those looking on in horror feel a brief sense of catharsis. But in reality it does nothing. Because the miscreants don’t. Give. One. Flying. Fuck. The ‘system’ of checks and balances might as well be built of blancmange, and they know it. The days of Senate Committee questions having meaning are OVER.
Elizabeth Warren is a prime example of this problem. I like her, I respect her, but I can’t bear to read her tweets anymore. She carries on within the old rule book as if everyone’s still playing by it, expressing bemused outrage and acting like she’s holding people to account. I know her power is more limited now, but still. Chiding the fascists makes her look like a substitute teacher being bullied by the bad boys at the back of the class. It will put her on record as having been on the right side of history. But it will change or stop sweet FA.
Pete Hegseth doesn’t have even a tiny bit of honour or sense of responsibility, Elizabeth! He won’t be resigning! He was appointed because he doesn’t! He fits right in with the most honour-free, irresponsible cabinet in US history!
All of her tweets are this exasperating now. It’s fine to be disappointed but how on earth are you surprised?
Am I disgusted at how the British royals are able to exploit the country to become even more disgustingly rich while drawing a veil of secrecy over most of it? Of course.
Am I surprised by revelations that they’re essentially fancy tax-dodging black market traders? Er, no, not in the slightest.
Am I infuriated that a UK Labour Government will be imposing yet more austerity on the shoulders of those least able to bear it tomorrow, such as disabled people, rather than just making uber-wealthy people pay some fucking tax for a change? Yes. Astonished?
Anyway. You get the idea.
Of course Donald Trump acts like a malignantly narcissistic fascist mob boss pervert. That’s who he is. Every expression of horror at what he does and says is a waste of time and energy, better spent starting a revolution. The French would long since have set his comb-over afire and hung him from the mini Statue of Liberty on the Seine by his red tie.
Nice people need to stop expecting that not-nice people will play nicely. It’s bizarrely naive and slow-witted that they still do. These are the worst people on the planet they’re dealing with.
I mean, modern American history is literally an Idiot Plot. Anyone still taking the ‘high road’ may nominally be The Good Guys, but actually they’re looking down on everyone else in their failure to turn that around.
For fuck’s sake, Dems – face the facts and DO SOMETHING.
Next week: Perverts in the White House.
