This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but with a whimper
-T.S. Eliot, 1925
I'm not sure how the world will end, but more and more, it looks like the America I was born in could indeed end in a self-induced whimper. The last breath of greatness was forced out of our lifeless body after heading down a path that was always ridiculous but for some reason gathered the adulation of people too young to know better and too old to care anymore.
Of course I'm looking ahead to a possible end of the road that would begin with gathering momentum with a second term for the current administration. Not only has the White House made its animosity for capitalism clear, but it's confident enough to stop cloaking their agenda in false economic rhetoric.
Whether that is our future remains to be seen, but one thing is for sure, the decline is coming with little fanfare and even less outrage. What the heck is going on?
I thought there would be riots around the nation of people demanding jobs and opportunity but instead we had a busted protest demanding freebies for those that have put no skin in the game from those that have made the sacrifices needed to clear hurdles to success. We are fading and yet we aren't screaming. It's like a drowning man in the middle of the ocean who would rather contemplate a life lived than spend energy flailing in vain. But we are not in an ocean and we aren't even contemplating. Instead, we simply are sinking.
Today, we stand prepared to celebrate another month of mediocrity capped off with job creation that would be disappointing in normal circumstances but more so considering all the pent up demand and greatness ready to be unleashed. At this rate, we will go out with a whimper.