As we count down the days until the US election, the fingernails could not be taking a more severe beating.
The atmosphere is electric. A palpable tension hangs in the air, thick like the fog of a forgotten memory, as the clock ticks down to Election Day—just four days, folks—four days until the cacophony of political ambition reaches a fever pitch. On the streets, civility begins to crack, barely holding the chaos at bay.
This is America, from a Canadian perspective, broadcasting its existential crisis live from the center stage of democracy. And at the heart of it all is a figure, a piñata of controversy wrapped in a flag,
Mr. Trump. How, you may ask, can so many still wrap their arms around this morally questionable person? It’s a puzzle wrapped in red, white and blue, and anger and chaos.
First, let's dive into the murky waters of loyalty—slimy and treacherous, yet people still paddle through it, convinced they’re on some grand voyage to a better America. We have seen this in his followers, who have been willing to take up arms and hide behind the internet, spewing some of the most vile, disgusting and racist rants that we would never expect to come out of the mouths of human beings.
For his supporters, Trump is not just a man; he is a beacon illuminating the labyrinthine path to a land of dreams—a mythical figure who promises to drain swamps and build walls, one tweet at a time. He speaks in a tongue of realness, battling the elitists who they believe seem eager to push ordinary folks aside. The allure of that individualism acts like a siren song, drawing in the masses who feel disillusioned by the polished, seemingly insincere alternative – the present state.
But then there’s this strange dichotomy: the feverish energy for his rallying cries and the dissonance of moral missteps; in a windstorm, supporters cling to the notion that it’s better to have a belligerent, morally corrupt strongman than a diplomat. It’s not about morality; it’s about survival. It becomes a battle cry to rally the troops, a badge of defiance to brandish against the perceived tyranny of the mainstream against Kamala Harris.
Yet, the USA stands teetering on the edge of something vast and unfathomable. In just four days, the choice will be made to embrace the bizarre and corruption or seek a return to decorum.
It’s like watching a circus where tightrope walkers are criminals and clowns throw pies of deceit. Laughter bursts, not from joy but as a defence against the overwhelming pain of what is seen as a disintegrating societal fabric. The supporters cheer, unyielding and unwavering in their faith. They believe, against odds and reason, in a vision where America returns to a false golden age of only whites —a narrative crafted like a twisted fable.
And now, like spectators at this madness, we sit, caffeinated, overwrought, and seeking meaning amidst the fray. In four days, we will witness the unfolding of this drama—horrified and fascinated, fingers crossed and eyes wide open. Ultimately, however, this is the essence of democracy: the choice between chaos and unity, between a dive into turbulence or the steadying embrace of morality. Will the pendulum swing, or will we remain entrapped in the whirlwind? The stage is set, and as the curtains prepare to rise, it’s impossible not to feel the weight of history pressing down, a reminder of the choices that will shape the USA.
The choice is up to the citizens of the USA. As Obama said, “get out and vote.”
Best wishes and good luck.
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