Waiting for the Götterdämmerung (1)

Back when I was a young buck of 27 and hanging with my brother’s 18-year-old girlfriend’s 18-year-old-girlfriends (some day we’ll get back to that), the young wimmin was all talking about some crap they were reading in their senior year of high school called Waiting for Godot. Like President Obama, the play is pretty much a blank screen wherein the Lost can envision their fondest hopes and darkest fears. Perfect for high school girls.

Me, nowadays I’m waiting for the Götterdämmerung. Look it up if you don’t know, sheesh. Anyway, I’m a natural optimist with a sense of history who knows that Western Civ will probably squeek through with a ding here and there, maybe a bloody nose, maybe a fractured femur or two, but sometimes (like about once a day) a news item so egregious catches my eye that I decide I am really waiting, almost hoping, for the Götterdämmerung, for the whole corrupt foul-smelling nest of liberalcommiePCfeminist to burn baby burn, after which we can rebuild something cleaner, something based on reality, out of the rubble.

I have a file. Let’s start with Item 1:

USA Today, April 26, 2011:

Americans depended more on government assistance in 2010 than at any other time in the nation’s history, a USA TODAY analysis of federal data finds. The trend shows few signs of easing, even though the economic recovery is nearly 2 years old.

The nation is becoming a creaky, cranky bunch of dependent crybabies sucking the teat of someone else’s effort. My son is liable to “Go Galt” rather than pay 50 percent payroll taxes, I reckon. I feel like calling down the lightning and the North and South winds, blowing away the whole rotten structure and starting fresh.

Hopefully there will still be some 18-year-olds around to assist in repopulating the new Garden of Eden.


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