Some years ago an American novelist by the name of Tom Wolfe wrote The Bonfire of the Vanities. I believe it was one of the most culturally prophetic books ever written, foretelling the perfect storm mix of career politicians, social justice warriors, disenfranchised citizens, race-baiting charlatan-opportunists and a thoroughly corrupt judicial system long before we got here.
Last week a local restaurant made world news for allegedly throwing a 25-year-patron out for wearing a Donald Trump hat. Within hours the same forces gather…the community organizer swoops in to stake out the “victim” turf, get the perfect teary-eyed photo, run the faux story from the faux journalist, and gin up the crowd to just the right pitch of anger, hatred and contempt. The truth of what actually happened in the restaurant no longer matters. The intended storm surge does, pitting neighbor against neighbor, shattering life-long friendships, and dividing families who thought themselves inseparable right down the middle.
Something has happened to me this week…in the eye of the storm. Watching the FBI Director reconfigure an existing law designed specifically to keep us safe in order to protect the email self-serving career politician; and then listening to the President say “It is very hard to untangle the motives of the Dallas shooter”…the same shooter who said he “wanted to kill white people and cops”, who was a follower of terrorist groups like the Nation of Islam, Black Liberation Theology and Black Lives Matter; on top of the monsoon at the Cancun; something dawned on me. WHAT THE HELL AM I FIGHTING FOR ANYMORE? I feel like the surfer in the belly of the Great White thinking maybe if I just punch him square on the nose.
Startup NY ~ We’ve spent “at least $53 million and as much as $86 million” since the program started in 2013…to create 408 jobs!
Maybe, just maybe, when a society has reached the critical mass stage where they don’t care to know where the $86 million went, or why they are jailed for “blunts” while their public servants sell them out from lofty thrones of opulence miles above the law, while being conned into seeing their friends as enemies and their enemies as friends…
Maybe, just maybe it’s time to take a breath in the moment of calm here in the eye of the storm to inventory and assess the things that matter most. Maybe there’s time to save our own homes, if they haven’t already been swept away.