That clever Gerard van der Leun, despite being recently much too infatuated with the deep thinkers of the Alt Right trailer parks, sums up perfectly where we find ourselves right now.

First he quotes neo-neocon:

The deed…

…is done.

The fat’s in the fire.

The fat lady’s sung.

The bird’s on the wire.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

and adds:

gives you the finger.

Then Gerard writes:

I watch the formal nomination with a growing feeling of special dread. I watch it with a kind of sardonic awe as Fox splits its screen in two and on the right I see someone from Ohio proclaiming their surreal votes while on the left some aging supermodel working for WeightWatchers proclaims “Bye-bye bellyfat!” And thus the rising surreality of our current reality washes over me and gives me a sick, sinking feeling. Not about Trump. Not about that at all. Just the feeling that returns and returns, that echoes and echoes, that repeats and repeats the careworn mantra, “Events are in the saddle and ride mankind.”

Feeling the tectonic plates shift deep under the population….

Something moving deep in the mantle. Small tremors here, vibrations at slant there….

Like that movie with the burrowing monster worms roaming under the homes of men. Not the hellish island sized worms of Doom sifting sand mountains and devouring whole factories, but the smaller ones, the predators, the carnivores, the ones in the American grain, the ones that rise up and at most take down a Chevy with a couple of people in it as sandwich filling.

Over the passing months this saison en enfer fills me, more and more, with a kind of nameless dread regardless of the outcome. The more that I read from people who have it “all figured out” the more I feel that my only shelter is in staying stupid. Staying stupid and admitting that deep down I don’t have one single crisp clue as to what is really going on.

Read the whole thing.

I have had the same feeling that, as it did before back when Gerard and I were young, History has begun to awaken, the foundations of everything have begun to move, change is happening, and soon it will be happening faster and with less civility than anyone could ever have imagined. No one is in charge, except the noisiest, the craziest, and the stupidest.