It started out subtly, almost as if we didn't hear it, or didn't want to hear it, or couldn't quite believe it during the Republican primary, when Trump began his outrageous lying, name-calling and character assassination of rival candidates that so confused and addled them that they were helpless to combat such indecency, such feral ugliness, a feral ugliness that appealed to those with the most indecent and paranoid character traits in the country—older white people and their uneducated spawn in areas of America where education is viewed as elitism and humanity and sensitivity and compassion is viewed as weakness.
A bully was wedging his way into the American dialogue, and his cheering crowd was similar to Hitler's during the great depression in Germany preceding WWII—outright fanaticism, mindless hatred, and scapegoating of people who were not white or held different beliefs or actually worried about the future of the planet instead of the driven, insane capitalistic materialism and crass commercialism that skeptics could once observe and comment upon with temperate criticism and even humor, as long as it didn't trample democracy.
The wearing down and complete loss of a sense of decency has now trampled democracy. The subtle ugliness has turned into something so feral we have lost control of it, and now that the republican party has allowed Trump to snatch them by the balls, they have jumped on the bandwagon and bought in completely to the indecency that was once just wearing down our values and scruples and sense of our own identity but has now bludgeoned the entire population of America and pervaded the entire world, its tentacles reaching into our best friends and allies, our partners in several wars, and began to disillusion and strangle them.
They, like democrats, and the media, Trump's ongoing whipping boy, have also found it impossible to contend with this new daily bombardment of indecency, of lying, of character assassination, corruption, compromising jingoism, and of harmonizing with evil autocrats. The same gnawing feral ugliness that has turned the republican party into a tribe of greedy haters has began to infest the democrats, the liberals, progressives, academia, the arts, turning them into clenched, raging, half loonies spinning like mad tea cups in helpless, hopeless frustration as to how to deal with this loss of any shred of a sense of decency.
And return the country to what it was under a decent man, President Obama and all the Presidents before him.
Psychologically, we are all changed from this loss of any sense of decency that has become the new America. We spin helplessly in clenched and abject frustration, grinding our teeth, trying to find peace of mind, trying to stem our anger, our rage, our utter desolation and increasing depression at observing what is happening to a country that, resourceful and ingenious as it could be to emerge in all its power and greatness, was also filled with a sense of partnership, of sharing, of supporting the weaker here and abroad, and of liking ourselves for our benevolence, our generosity, our loyalty, and, most important, our sense of moral decency—like a team.
And, now, because of our president, because of his selfish and cancerous leadership, of his overwhelming sense of indecency, of his spewing of hatred and racism, which is justified by millions upon millions of supporters, we are broken off as a once immovable piece of the world of decency, and cast adrift in the muck and mire of a toxic stew, led by a feral thug from New York and his poisonous comrades.
One of the great quotes from the brilliant novel, Catch-22, by Joseph Heller, came from his protagonist, Yossarian, as he argued with an impressionable and patriotically idealistic fellow officer, who defended America's ruthless war policies, war profiteering, and general ruthlessness of capitalistic order.
“I see people cashing in,” Yossarian told him, “On every decent impulse and every human tragedy.”
My mother once told me the main reason she loved my dad was because he was “incapable of an indecent act.”
A World War II vet, I'm glad he's not around to see the shambles he and his buddies fought for. A team.