—That is moonbattish even a year ago?—
That’s the thing. It was to the gross majority of people. If you hang around the right circles, it still is. I’ve experienced it as recently as, well, this morning.
The denial is amazing. Americans are generations removed from war on our soil as well as any war with a serious death toll.
The concept of just how bad it can get is simply beyond their grasp. I ask them to watch “the Pianist” and imagine that is the US and it is not so much about Jews, as about people during wartime with a ruthless enemy. It brings perspective.
And yes, it can happen and, statistically speaking, WILL happen eventually.
Sigh. I know this will sound odd, but I look around me every single day, and think:
“This is all going to go away.”
The hot water coming out of the shower head.
The weekend drives in the car to remote destinations.
The security of a locked door.
The supermarket shelves full of produce and products.
A fridge full of food and ice.
The Internet.
Toilet paper.
Aspirin.
The rule of law.
A job.
Soap.
A paycheck.
Gasoline.
Heating.
Air conditioning.
Fresh potable water from the tap.
Pets.
Deoderant.
Elaborate dinners.
Security.
And much more. Every time now, when I walk into a grocery store and see stuff packed floor to ceiling, I think: “It is all going to go away.”
Every time I turn on the shower, I think of what a miracle it is, and how much I will desperately miss that, because I enjoy it so much.
I hate feeling this way. I hate it because it didn’t have to turn out this way. And I have felt that way for a few years now.