January 31, 2020: For Whom the Bell Tolls, Death Knell of the Republic, National Suicide

“Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.”

             -----John Donne, “For Whom The Bell Tolls”

The hour approaches, the long slow suicide a half century in the coming. As I write these words, the Senate is gathering a quorum to vote against admitting any witnesses and any further evidence in the impeachment trial of our Caesar Disgustus. In so doing, the Senate—as in the days of Rome—will vote to cede not only its oversight functions but the very power of the purse to the Caesar in waiting. Disgustus, with his jackasses on the federal bench and his toads in Congress has now no need to put his horse in the Senate, he already has his Senate whores.

Toynebee taught us that civilizations are not conquered from without but commit suicide. Today, the Generation of Swine, in one of their last acts of mendacity, thrusts the dagger into the rib cage of the republic. The constitution is now shredded and Caesar now stands astride the rubble declaring himself the chosen instrument of god.

Donne wrote that the death of one is felt by us all, that we are in this together. This also applies to nations and the community of nations. The death of the American experiment will be felt by all, a sharp pain followed by a deep sense of emptiness. The lights are going out in the City on a Hill and won't be lit again in our lifetime.

“An Br'er Putin, he jus' laugh and laugh”