Day at a time

Sometimes, maybe most of the times, I feel like I am swimming underwater. Sounds are muffled. Visions are blurred.
Yes I loved politics. I followed US, UK, Israeli and neighboring Arab politics. From a child social abuser I have matured into a full grown cynical pusher and user.
With experience has come the despair.
The sea is populated by minnows with delusions of grandeur. Waders who sink out of sight. Grandiose divers who repeatedly belly flop. The minnows lead the whales. The sharks are everywhere. And the ubiquitous bottom eaters of detritus head the food chain.
Self-designed and designated fishers of men attempt to reap the harvest of social tsunami. Damage for which they have no solution. In their never ceasing narcissistic self-involvement they see themselves as everything and all. They are the beginning, middle and the end. There is but one thing they cannot see. What they truly are. The cause. And given the opportunity they so crave they will cause so many more disasters.
In America we have a President who has managed to disappoint even the most callous and cynical predictions about him. The vanity of a man who before the age of forty had written two autobiographies.  A man who’s all-pervading facileness has been exported worldwide under the logo of ‘Wrecks America’.
Israel its own intrepid narcissistic warrior. A man who fought a war fighting those who tried to kill us and failed. He fought under the slogan that we will not kill. And he failed. A man who craves for a need to satisfy his never ending craze for self-glorification. His self-image grotesquely bloated like any other hunger crazed disorder. A man who shallowly claims beliefs that he dispenses with in the name of expedience. The expedience being his vanity.
Around us a sea of a destitute self-proclaimed nations. All with the delusional heritages and narratives of opium smokers.  People hijacked and liberated in ever increasing repeating cycles. The kleptomaniacs, the religious zealots, the psychopathic murders replace each other ad infinitum. One becomes the other then is replaced by an upgraded degraded clone in a ritualistic blood frenzy.
And when all is lost they start a war. When the war is lost they start a peace. They succeed in neither.
And the people die. And the people live in poverty. And the people bear the pain.
The sea is murky and the currents unfathomable.
Like all addicts there comes a time when the addiction is spent. The destruction is irreparable. The drug induced lie that is hope is no longer to be evoked.