Another grotesque example of our long-known military-industrial complex, which is but one, though particularly twisted, branch of the poisoned, corrupted tree. It's grown worse, just as every root, fiber and leaf of this dying tree has.
I admire Biden for having the courage to rip off that Band-Aid, even though I still have complaints with the logistics of how it was done. I find it easier to forgive a courageous man. Easier still when the only alternative to a courageous man is some kind of cocktail of varying measures of autocracy, authoritarianism and some kind of weird apartheid oligarchy.
And the future is all I think about with that cocktail staring me in the face. Forgiving Biden took all of a day for me, a minute maybe. Only a proper rebuke from the voters will knock the new GOP off its warpath. It's the only remedy. But I fear my countrymen don't feel the same way I do. I fear they will do what they almost always do, what drunks so often do, fall back on their old habits, prejudices and fears to fill in the void left by genuine understanding. History tells us this will mean the Democrats turning out to vote in routinely low numbers during a midterm election, and the Republicans likely taking over both houses of Congress, as part of a childish, if conscious, effort to achieve balance.
The way I see it, the only hope for democracy in America lies with women. Maybe the recent efforts of the Texas Republicans, with other states biting each other's backs for position in the chute, and our activist sleeper-cell Supreme Court to outdo The Handmaid's Tale will rile women up enough to punish the GOP at the polls. Get your game face on, ladies. You just might be our only hope.
