Where Are the Protests?

I’m astounded by the complacency of the American people. For a moment there were spontaneous protests, like those that popped up at the airports when the “keep out the bad hombres” ruling from Hair Füror went into effect. So many other things have occurred since then, and yet no large spontaneous protests. We’re so well trained that we wait for the “designated” day of protest, we search for the perfect hashtag, or we pine for our favorite comedian to give Hair Füror the ultimate verbal smackdown.

Prince Reibus, Hair Füror’s Chief of Staff, said that the White House has looked into changing the libel laws. They don’t like all the Russia stuff that’s being reported. Do we need a clearer instance of the intent to silence the media, to make the critics finally shut up? Why didn’t this result in spontaneous protests across the country?

Even worse, Prince Reibus followed the tried-and-true method used to great effect by the Nazis. Reibus has special knowledge that no one else has. He alone knows the truth.

Neo-Nazi in a business suit claims to have “special knowledge”

“What happened here was the gradual habituation of the people, little by little, to being governed by surprise; to receiving decisions deliberated in secret; to believing that the situation was so complicated that the government had to act on information which the people could not understand, or so dangerous that, even if the people could not understand it, it could not be released because of national security.” — They Thought They Were Free: The Germans, 1933–45 by Milton Mayer

Time is running out. Can our country survive the wholesale looting of its institutions for much longer? Can we continue to be a beacon of hope and freedom when Hair Füror idolizes fascists and fascist wannabes?

America is like a battered wife who desperately wants to leave her abusive husband but cannot do it. It is not that she likes the pain. It is that pain is the only thing she knows. For a moment, it seemed that she might break the cycle. That moment is gone. One can only hope it won’t take two hundred and forty years to get back to that moment again.