Inflation, housing crises, multiple jobs …

Sunset über dem Death Valley (Photo: Thomas Venker)

Inflation, housing crises, multiple jobs … and unfortunately no Democrats who have managed to give people the feeling that they are getting this essential struggle under control.

Not that the Republicans know it, but in an absurd way, US voters have decided to vote against “the system” that keeps them down or, to put it mildly, does nothing to counter the downward trend that a large part of society has experienced in the last two decades and that many feel on their necks (that is obviously the perspective of large sections of the electorate).

How they come up with the idea that Trump and his buddies represent the way out of their individual and our collective crisis, God only knows (which I never write otherwise, but seems appropriate in the USA); yes, of course, you could say that they read it into their Trump I experiences, in which the US and global economy were in a better position, but of course the effects of the pandemic tsunami are completely ignored, which could certainly have been better cushioned with adequate policies (even during Trump I).

Could
have
been
….

Somehow Trump manages to sell himself as anti-establishment, which is a farce when you see who is baking him.

There is an urgent need for politics (worldwide) that adequately addresses people’s concerns, that understand how to talk to them, otherwise we will not get all these problems under control – and I haven’t even mentioned the climate catastrophe as a multiplier factor, the social cuts (in the countries that still have good health systems and fair social systems… where are they again?) and AI controlling.

Part of the debacle that the Democrats are now confronted with is certainly the backclash of the woke movement, because instead of standing together (in all the necessary discourses) and not tearing each other down – because unity is essential if you want to move things forward and not just deconstruct them – the left is pillorying and tearing each other down.

Phew, writing as therapy.
Not a good day.