I did not anticipate that things would find a way to go from bad to worse with the US food supply chain tottering, plague reviving as the country indulges in acts of wanton self-destructive folly, and the string of judicial murders expands. And yet it has.
By now, the murder of George Floyd has led to scenes in the United States that would, in other countries, be called at best dictatorial and at worst proof that the people in that country are too barbarous for self-government and should be democratized by the crash of the bomb.
( John Brown's body lies a'mouldering in the grave, but his soul goes marching on. Glory, Glory Hallejuah! )First Australia burns, then plague goes from a local crisis to a global one. And now this. The empire that straddles the world rocks from the rot within reaching a limit that cannot be born, when the people who have had the boot and then the knee on their neck grab the foot and hurl the person back and get up intending, after so long of being struck, to do some striking back.
As the Good book says:
"Righteous are You, O Holy One,
who is and who was,
because You have brought these judgments.
6For they have spilled the blood of saints and prophets,
and You have given them blood to drink
as they deserve.”
The Empire's myths were already dying in the wake of Beervirus merrily demolishing its prosperity. Revealing that its people are infantile enough to march to their own destruction out of simply being told the word 'no'. That they will endanger their own lives for folly. And now that childish glee in destruction for destruction's sake reaps the blood harvest for shedding the blood of saints and prophets and the slavering monster that has taken its strength as a given for all time.
And now the Empire totters at a second blow, entirely self-inflicted, led by a senile and cruel figure whose instinct is ever for blood and horror, when blood and horror are how it got to where it is now.
'And on the pedestal, these words appear "I am Ozymandias, King of Kings, look on my works ye mighty and despair!" Around that wreck nothing beside remains, around that wreck colossal and bare....the lone and level sands stretch far away."
All Empires die. And it is never a pleasant thing to watch the onset of decay and its acceleration in real time, knowing that the juggernaut's fall will smash so many things with it and that there is nothing that can be done about it except hope that the process is as bloodless as it can get. The USSR was that lucky, I'm long past the illusion the USA is going to be.
The Empire is dying. And as yet there is no prediction of what will succeed it.