Like the Kennedy Assassination and 9/11, this is one of those days when you'll remember exactly what you were doing when you heard the news that Donald J. Trump who has Covid, is boarding a helicopter to Walter Reed Hospital.
The unsurprising, yet surreal event is the latest and largest of a series of shocks that have roiled this country since his election, no less the last three-to-four weeks. This seminal event, the boomerang of Karma on a president hellbent on denying reality, on whipping up a set of self-serving fictions about a pandemic that have cost 210,000 Americans their lives (as of this writing() exists against a backdrop of truly cataclysmic developments, any one of which would have defined an era.
Here's where thing stand as of October 2, 2020:
What's primary is the continuing, willful destabilization of our societal norms and rule of law. Use of the White House as a partisan prop for a wanna-be Mussolini, Untruthful health status statements. Internal truth vs public truths. Russian-borne conspiracy theories ending up as "facts" in Senate investigations. The invective and sneering dismissal of expertise and the transformation of opponents into mortal enemies. There is a concerted effort by Trump to overthrow our democracy is not some wild conjecture. There is no objective analysis of the facts that leads to any other conclusion. None.
Now, with Trump getting the plague, the wrench of truth gets thrown into this toxic mix, flattening the Grifter-in-Chief and Putin's most precious useful idiot. Thirty-two days away from Election Day. Yet the nagging feeling that the worst is yet to come persists. The polarities can't be resolved by dialogue or finding common ground. It's going to explode because it has to. This is an historical imperative, much like the ones that have driven fascist movements in Europe. The only question is how will it be ignited?