It was strange to watch a traffic accident. Everything seemed to slow down. It was the same with the slow death of our country. It started with a quiet ritual, a pageantry of sorts, as if nothing had changed. But it had changed and everyone knew it.
Those that supported this change radiated with spite and revenge in their eyes, or with subtle hope-for-what-I-can’t-comprehend. Others saw the coming change as one might watch a large asteroid hurdling towards earth: with awe and disbelief; aware that something had not started as much as it has ended.
There was a desire to protect just as there was a desire to explain to the blind what color was or to the deaf what music was. And so we stood back and hoped there was something left when the atrocity was over, which it always and inevitably would be. But we all knew one thing: Human idiocy was only overshadowed by the pride we had in being so.