Birdnow's Aviary

March 21, 2023

The Center Cannot Hold

Nikki Grace

Watching Spoxman Kirby and other DOD and Pentagon news segments, they have dropped the Ukraine proxy and are talking USA military policy against Russia. The cat is out of the bag. We are at war with Russia. We have this perverse administration who has taken this country into war against a nuclear power and lethal military. Xi has made his statement of where China stands on the conflict by going to Russia and refusing calls from the USA. Russia has a seasoned military of 700,000 troops with the manufacturing of Russia on war footing. China has 2 million military troops.

We have 460,000 people in uniform in a woke and hollowed out force and we long ago hollowed out our manufacturing sector. Our banking system is rotted. We are 28 trillion or more in debt. Inflation is stalking everyone.

We are stuck with the malign administration who has taken this country into an abyss for 2 more years. The DOJ is in league and funding the New York prosecutor that is braying about indicting Donald Trump, the populace favorite of the citizens.

The members of the US Fed are likely staying up all night and eating tums and they seem to be the only institution that is fighting to save the country.

The Congress seems feeble. Maybe what we are facing is beyond our ability to resolve.

Tim adds:

Yeats was right:

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?