America’s Struggle Towards a New Civilizational Paradigm, by Alastair Crooke

America is irretrievably split. From Alastair Crooke at

The American body politic is shuddering in the wake of this U.S. election. The discontents at our hyper-monetized, inequitable modernity are exploding. People feel crushed, with their humanity amputated:

I was born at the end of Gen X … and grew up in a middle class town. Life was good … Our home was modest, but we went on vacations, had 2 cars … I grew up thinking that being an American was the greatest gift … As an adult, I have witnessed the world I grew up in fall to ruin. I have watched as our currency and our economy have been shamelessly corrupted beyond redemption.

I have watched my blue collar husband get up at an ungodly hour every day and come home with an aching back that we pray will hold out long enough to get him to old age in one piece. Outside of shoes, socks and underwear, almost everything my family wears was bought used. We’ve been on one vacation in 12 years … We don’t have cell phones … We hardly ever eat out. What I just described is life on 60K a year without going into debt. We working stiffs are on our own. We will be working until we die, because the Social Security we’ve been forced to pay into, has also been robbed from under us.

I watched as my family’s health insurance was gutted and destroyed. I have watched as education, which was already sketchy when I was a kid, became an all-out joke of wholly unmathematical math, gold stars for all, and self-loathing anti-Americanism. My family has taken an enormous financial hit as I stay home to home school our child.

I’ve sat by and held my tongue as I was called deplorable and I’ve been called a racist and a xenophobe and a chump and even an “ugly folk.” I’ve been told that I have privilege, and that I have inherent bias because of my skin colour, and that my beloved husband and father are part of a horrible patriarchy. Not one goddamn bit of that is true, but if I dare say anything about it, it will be used as evidence of my racism and white fragility. And now I have watched as people who hate me and mine – and call for our destruction blatantly and openly stole the election and then gaslighted us – and told us that it was honest and fair.

I am done. Don’t ask me to pledge to the flag, or salute the troops, or shoot fireworks on the 4th. It’s a sick, twisted, heart-breaking joke, this bloated, unrecognizable corpse of a republic that once was ours.

I am not alone. Not sure how things continue to function when millions of citizens no longer feel any loyalty to, or from, the society they live in. I was raised to be a lady, and ladies don’t curse, but fu*k these mother**kers to hell and back, for what they’ve done to me, and mine, and my country. All we Joe Blow Americans ever wanted was a little patch of land to raise a family, a job to pay the bills, and at least some illusion of freedom, and even that was too much for these human parasites. They want it all, mind, body and soul. Damn them. Damn them all.

America shudders. This is not just ‘politics as usual’. This is not even about President Trump (albeit that most Blue supporters believe so). This is not even just about America. There are moments when – collectively, as well as individually – civilisations reach to a fork in the road. American and West European civilisation is at such a point. Two poles, the coastal élites and the American central heartland, are colliding and the sparks and twisted metal resulting from this head-on crash will be the heat that will forge Red American civilisation into a step-shift (whatever that may lead). The after-effects will shape America, and Europe too, where Euro-élites are often little more than simulacra of those U.S. ‘coastal élites’.

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