It’s Sunday. Dreary outside. And I noticed that I haven’t written or posted in a while.
I am not in the mood to write. Not in this geopolitical climate.
I never considered myself a very political person, but I am opinionated. Always have been. One of my rules was that religion and politics should stay mostly off the blog. But should we stay silent when the world is collapsing around us? When someone declares himself more important and more powerful than all the rest of the world? When a bully sits at the top of the once most respected country in the world?
When a move straight out of kindergarten threatens to turn into a trade war?
What if World War 3 is not fought with guns but with money?
“I bully you until you give in.”
“We won’t give in, but we will retaliate with the same tariffs.”
And who will suffer from all of this?
Not presidents. Not prime ministers. Not kings or queens.
Farmers will be hurt first. Ordinary citizens. The poor but essential workers of society.
We could clap for them each night for ten minutes.
We tried that before. It didn’t raise wages or lighten workloads. But hey, we clapped.
Usually, I am not easily scared. I live in a safe country that probably doesn’t even exist as sovereign on many intellectual maps. We are not powerless. But it feels like it. I don’t want to watch or read the news anymore. Not with him in every headline, sowing chaos and taking whatever he wants. At least that’s what it looks like.
And yet I do.
To stay informed.
To know what’s happening.
Where is Congress in all of this? Where is the opposition telling him to stop this madness?
Ah yes. They are silenced, fired, gaslit, called liars. Fake news.
The world has gone mad.
We are sitting in the flames, feeling the heat, and yet no one seems able to put the fire out. And if everything burned to the ground? “We didn’t start the fire.”
Right now, the world feels like a playground run by bullies and no teachers on duty.
reflections of an unquiet mind 