Here Comes Midnight

It's happened again, but this time with little fanfare, minimal gloating, and almost nothing to be said from the victors.

What should they say? What great celebration is owed in this moment? Hate won? We're going to make it great again-again? Almost nothing surprises me about this moment in history, not even its pathetic whimper.

There is no accounting of America without hate. To speak to this country's founding speaks itself to unimaginable levels of human suffering. No election can solve this, it always has been and always will be. The Democrats are placing blame on Biden, or Harris, or Bernie, or the working class, or Latinos, or whichever cloud they gaze upon next. They will commit to anything at all to get your vote except inspiration. Genocide and transphobia are on the table if you, yes you, will just vote for them this one time. Or next time.

So they lose.

The winners here tally about a dozen people. The free-thinking patriots of the all-powerful USA have sold their amber waves of grain to the highest bidder. This has been bought and paid for in cash by a few billionaires with some extra time to kill. The suffering will be immense for so many, but two-day shipping on tissues should make it easier to wipe away the tears.

At this precise moment there are only two options for the American electorate. Grab everything you love and hold it tight, or retreat inward and commit to individualism. The cavalry isn’t coming. There is no movement, there is nothing now except sacrifice. The only choice left is whether to sacrifice those around you or to sacrifice for those around you.

-Michael Campana