So, the Lefties once again are attempting to force everyone into accepting and supporting their socialist utopian ideals and dreams, which are largely based on false or faked science and manufactured crisis, and exaggerated technical claims, so they utterly fail.
Many on this thread make statements that this is ALL based on "XYZ", such as the Euro, or the Monetary Easing Policies of Administration...
But its not. It is not any one thing, it is the falseness of Liberal policies and actions built up over time and economic area for a very long time.
It is the Lie and Faked Data of Anthropomorphic Global Warming.
It is the Toxic and Fire Hazard Tech Choice of All Electric Lithium Ion Battery Cars.
It is the picking of Science Graduates based on Ethnicity and Race rather than aptitude and performance.
It is the Blind Eye to violence and intolerance by Islamic Immigrants.
It is the continued scholarship, grants and work study jobs given preferentially to Women college students, even when the graduation rates have been 85% women for 25+ years!
It is Not any one particular Liberal Policy, it is the combined, decade after decade effect of ALL Liberal policies, which ignore and thumb their sneering nose at reality until our entire society is turned upside down and inside out.
It has been obvious for a very long time, that we are headed toward a catastrophic societal melt-down, due to unchallenged, unrestrained Liberalism.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
THE SECOND COMING
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: a waste of desert sand;
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
Wind 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?
We will get the collapse we deserve.