It would be the most disheartening thing ever, and ever possible, if only I chose to allow it to be a disheartening thing or even a thing.

I’m speaking of the tragedy of the vast chasm, that is. The vast chasm that is between what could be and what is.

For all the abundant Christ light and Christ energy there for the asking, there to bless us, any one of us, of any stamp of human life of any imagined or presumed status at all, to bless us without condition.

What could be.

Yet so many are so ready to hitch their wagon of ignorance, fear, nationalist intolerance to the name-drop, the name-cult of ‘Jesus’, in the abject object of advantage to self, obliterate with not even a modicum of awareness to the very real consequences this “lifestyle” “choice” visits unwittingly upon so many of our fellow sojourners.

What is.

It was all very theoretical before. Amusing theoretical, schadenfreude amusing, for the sadist tinge in us humans who are amused – and all are to varying degrees, some much more than others. But I watched, bemused to a degree, this theory fester for forty years into what it is now, no longer mere theory but hypothesis of a kaleidoscope of individual meanings, with the general agreement that somehow or other it is western liberal democrats who are the undisputed evil champions of the world to be defeated like Satan under the feet of Archangel Michael.

Oh yeah, life goes on. Long after the thrill of the amusement of schadenfreude is gone.

Now the theory is become alternate reality. Now we all have ring-side seats to the reality show of the slow-boil destruction of America by the Worst Generation, the so-called cabinet which is a junk drawer, pretending to the moral supremacy of the puritans and the founding fathers, gun rights enshrined ‘ablazing. The wet dream of the KGB.

It would be the most disheartening thing ever, and ever possible, if only I chose to allow it to be a disheartening thing or even a thing.

I’m speaking of the tragedy of the vast chasm, that is. The vast chasm that is between what could be and what is.

Postscript:

Ne nothi tere te

Or, in the fictional piggish Latin version:

Nolite te bastardes carborundorum