Note: In a 2018 post a on America’s future, I closed with: The American Horizon still persists, but daylight tires. It is now 2026. Guess what happened: The daylight passed out. Read that post for a shot of optimism before reading this chaser.
Nothing will be done about the criminals in an empire of crime. No matter how much is released from the files, nobody will face consequences (save perhaps a sacrificial idiot or two).
The ecosystem of criminal activities, which you should be able to infer, is a microcosmic lens to scope the current and future landscape of America.
Trump, Clinton; democratic and republican power-brokers who benefited from the syndicate’s purses and networks; intelligence agencies and their business sponsors; liberal and conservative media that knowingly sidestepped the allegations for decades; think tanks that received introductions to legislative influencers; judicial traitors who dined in the halls of predation…all of these scumbags will be fine.
The survivors of the horrific abuses will continue to be subjected to the white-outs of media blizzards, the deliberate exposures and indignities, the undelivered accountability, the survivor-blaming, the poverty of effective, enduring responses to their pleas of help to a massified public.
Meanwhile, the rest of us will be conditioned into collective learned helplessness. Every meaningful protest will be infiltrated, compromised, eliminated, or made compatible. If you recently participated in a demonstration, you have already been digitally toe-tagged.
Counterrevolutions will be transmogrified into spectacular objects for the very propagandization, commercialization, and surveillance that intensify the system’s financial, emotional, political, and physical violence – all of it under the authority of written laws and the truly dangerous, unrepealable, unwritten rules.
It is too late.
We are now within the coiling reign of a necrocracy far more caustic and longer lasting than mere fascism: a chronic malignancy of unrestrained capital growth for its own sake – an incessant stunting of human potential “stretching spirit on the rack in order to perfect it as a machine” as Hegel warned us.
And no inane midterm campaign or libcringe Trump joke or addictive outrage-blurting or stupid fact-check will help us burst the empiric constriction and transcend it. The true constitution of this empire was fashioned long before Trump. Trump simply ratified it.
We will spend the rest of our lives confronting this fanged void without a horizon.
Is there, however, a way through? Yes, there is always a way. But we won’t like learning it because it demands a terrifying, lifelong commitment to constructive self-sacrifice. With no north star to compass our lack-driven desires, we will need to remember that we do not live on treats alone. We need an imagination capable of nourishing our spiritual guts before we starve in the desert of the unreal. We get to set the vision – not the serpents in the wadis of this empire of crime.
Eve’s and Adam’s real entwining sin wasn’t tasting that delicious fruit: it was their longing to escape the consciousness of responsibility revealed to them, their desire to climb the umbilicus of a retroactively created fantasy they confused with paradise – a paradise which was never a past but a horizon to labor toward.
Our desire to “return to normal” – a regressive slipper-click that would only tumble us down onto the archeology of the Pretrumpian Period – is that same sin.

