The primary reason civil wars are so brutal is the overwhelming sense of betrayal. Betrayal not only of family, but of nation, of what were formerly shared values and ideals. But the betrayal runs more deeply. People who wanted nothing more than to be left alone, as Hemingway said about bankruptcy, gradually, then suddenly find their lives utterly destroyed. What was once a daily routine of work, play and family, of civic trust, suddenly becomes a daily struggle for survival, and the hatred that engenders fuels more and more violence and barbarity.
The debate of June 27 has the potential to provoke that kind of betrayal as “who you gonna believe? Us or your own lyin’ eyes and ears?” passed into the ash heap of Democrat/socialist/communist (D/s/c) expired narratives within minutes.
The initial round of commentary has focused on Joe Biden’s physical and mental infirmity, on his hoarse, confused and rambling speech, and the stark contrast between two men only a few years apart in age. Biden is 81 going on dead and Trump is 78 going on 60.
Now come the memories of four years, even before Biden took office, of those steadily worsening signs of serious illness, of dementia, of a man who can’t control his bowels or vowels. And with those memories, comes an increasing sense of betrayal.
Stately McDaniel Manor.
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