I realized I was getting better in the middle of yesterday afternoon, as a great depression settled upon me for no reason at all.
Weirdly, and for no reason I can figure out, that’s one of the symptoms — for me — that I’m starting to “turn the corner” on a viral infection. All of a sudden I’m weepy and feel like the world is coming to an end. It’s entirely possible this is because until then I’m just trying to stay awake/drag myself around to do the absolutely necessary. Suddenly I have a little more energy, and my body uses that to worry and be really sad. Fortunately I’ve learned to identify it for what it is.
It is, what my dad used to refer to as “that which burns, heals.” In the same way, while I hate the weepy and depressive part of the recovery, I also know it means I’m getting better. Not well. Nowhere near well, but better and on the way to being well.
This is not just my health update. I think this is where we are, nationally.
Look, part of my being where I am, emotionally, just now, is that I can’t see a way out of the mess we’re in: from things getting ugly with China — and they need to be, or China will take over the world — or the the people retaining vestigial control of the media and various parts of our bureaucracy and trying to override the voters while they careen us towards socialism.
Right now everything looks horrific.
But a friend told me yesterday what the president is engaging in is economic war, and maybe it will save us from real, shooting war. Maybe.
The one thing I’ve noticed… Take the Trump “gaffe” yesterday about how people can’t go to the grocery store without ID. Look, it’s hyperbole, obviously. If you walk to the store and you pay in cash, you don’t need ID. How many people in the US go to the grocery store on foot or public transport and pay in cash? Because if you drive there, even if you pay in cash, you need ID. And if you pay in any way but cash, they’re supposed to look at the ID anyway.
But all of a sudden he has everyone talking about ID for voting, one way or another. And it allows the left to expose their monstrous ignorance. And it allows us to engage them. Yes, okay, I did get in the middle of it on Facebook, but come on, I was apparently arguing with someone who thought that Emma Lazarus poem on the Statue of Liberty was the law of the land, or perhaps that the Constitution was engraved on the statue of liberty. I’m not sure which, my mind kept bending away from the stupid, like a finger from the fire.
It is part of it, though. Almost everyone complaining was exposing their own — often very strange — ignorance of either how you buy groceries or of what the law of the land is.
I’d like to think Trump is doing it on purpose, but perhaps he’s not. I don’t know. And frankly I don’t care.
When I called this the second year of the masks coming down, (almost the third year, counting from election night 2016) it is this effect I was talking about.
Think about it. Three years ago even Hillary Clinton was pretending she wasn’t a socialist. Now the comedy skit known as the Democrat primaries is openly socialist and frankly, openly against you, yes, you who love America and want it to remain America.
Three years ago, although they’d been playing gatekeepers on opinions for years, the New York Times would never have published an editorial anti free speech.
And if people were marching in the streets screaming “No America at all” (seriously, people, let’s buy these children tickets to Cuba and China already!) there were no echoing voices in the Senate agreeing with them.
Oh, and the house of representatives would never try to impeach a president on collusion, when it is obvious they’re the ones colluding.
The masks are coming off.
Here’s the thing about masks, though: they prettify. While they stay up, you can pretend that the faces behind them are normal, that everything is fine.
When the masks come down, you see the decay and the horror.
Here’s what to remember: be it China or the extent to which our own country has been subverted by the dying contortions of the Soviet snake, or the hatching of the Chinese one: those things were there. They’re not worse now. It’s just now we can see them.
And though the things we can see are unsettling, frankly if I had to navigate my way out of a hall filled with spinning knives, it would be better if I could see to avoid them.
It’s the same for the country, I think. Our chances have actually gone up. We just don’t feel like it, because look at all those horrors surrounding us.
They were there before. They’re just visible now.
That which burns, heals. Or at least it can. And sometimes the depression means we’re getting better.
It just doesn’t feel like it.
Be Not Afraid! This is no time to go wobbly.