I’m not trying to wave away any of that…but the only sure cure I know for the levels of delusion and blind devotion I’ve watched increase these many years is: FAILURE. The shocking moment when you realize the shark is going to eat YOUR face, your wife’s face, NOW. WHILE YOU WATCH.
I ain’t talking some burst of enlightenment or brain flash; I’m talking the cold shock that sinks in when you realize you’ve led YOURSELF (or someone you genuinely love) to the slaughter - and it’s too late. The realization of what YOU HAVE DONE that went wrong (and HOW wrong) wakes everyone up.
Of course, it will almost certainly be to late for us as a nation, and there’ll be tons of blubber abut how we were right all along, that they didn’t know, they really believed, they had no idea, they never imagined.
If any of them can arrive there at the ‘almost’ stage, I figure that’s good: that HOLY FUCK moment is good, and necessary, and therapeutic, but what matters is being able grab the wheel, stomp the brakes, and NOT GO OVER THE CLIFF; so I’ll accept anyone whose ‘come to Jesus’ moment includes Jesus screaming “WAKE UP AND STOP THE FUCKING BUS!!!”
I had that moment 60 years ago. All I care about is stopping the fucking bus from going over the edge…’cause ‘too late’ = ‘game over’: ‘almost made it’ makes Baby Jesus cry and I’m not willing to play that