Woe Unto the Wicked....

Now we see the depth of cravenness on the part of Trump and all his sycophants and lemming-like supporters.  Even last night in Michigan as a thousand pseudo-Americans cheered at the relentless, damaging, unevidenced proclamations from the mouth of a liar who had to read a teleprompter to make sure he listed all the supposed egregious things he was going to save us from by being re-elected, there was not a shred of regret on the part of his most ardent fans.  Even though he had lied about the pandemic to them, and as a result many of them probably lost family members as a direct result of his incompetence, they still cheered.  Are these pseudo-Americans able to think at all, or are they just automatons?  Can they really stand there and accept that they were directly affected by his duplicity without any moral outrage?

 

The moral depravity revealed by his own statements is breathtaking.  How can the people he claims to be saving from disaster not see that they are the ultimate victims of his perfidy?  If I were a Trump supporter, I think I would just take a minute, or maybe 2 minutes to just consider what I would say to my child if he had done did the same thing.  He lied and people died.  Let me say that again...

HE LIED AND PEOPLE DIED!

 Is there any greater shame than being the unnecessary cause of literally thousands of American deaths?  Only God will be able to mete out the final justice apparently.  Trump's complicit supporters and the Republican pseudo-Americans in the Congress have snatched the mantle of shame for all of history for their actions.

 

I sang a choral work in high school by a composer named Randall Thompson.  The work is called "The Peaceable Kingdom".  The words of one of the most starkly dark passages ring out to me as I ponder the place in the universe of Trump and his cult of followers:

 

"Woe unto the wicked!  It shall be ill with him: for the reward of his hands shall be given to him.

Behold my servants shall sing for joy of heart, but ye shall cry for sorrow of heart and shall howl for vexation of spirit.

 

Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!

 

Woe unto them that are wise in their own eyes, and prudent in their own sight!

Woe to the multitude of many people, which make a noise like the noise of his hands.

 

Howl ye: for the day of the Lord is at hand.  Howl, O gate; cry, O city thou art dissolved."

 

It is a magnificent piece of music to sing, and one of the few works that truly left a deep impression over the past 50-odd years.  I can still hear the music in my head...and the 'vexation of spirit' is a feeling that all these people will have when this nightmare finally ends.