the Dolphins on Dover Beach

I've given this senseless drama much thought, to in the end, see little rational or hopeful about any of it.

(last stanza of Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold)

To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkened plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

Yes, the chaos is like two armies that clash by night on a precipice in total confusion.
Nothing good can come of such an engagement, only tragedy & there is no reasonable, foreseeable end in view.
Forgive the metaphors & poetic license,
just trying to emotionally come to grips with an otherwise inexcusable, unintelligible fiasco...

it is what it is: an ugly reality​

help me, I'm drowning

sorry Flipper: garbage in, garbage out​

 

Just something to think about while the forum tries to second guess the next moves of our Legion of Doom