A Nation Unworthy of Rescue
America isn’t fighting to be saved. It’s fighting to stay cruel.
I’m not here for nuance. I’m not here to parse intentions or preserve the delicate rituals of polite despair. I’m writing in offense, to you, maybe. To anyone still clutching the fantasy that this country deserves saving. Because as of June 9th, 2025, the question is no longer Can we save America? It’s Can we save the world from America?
You may not like that. You may not be ready for it. But readiness is a luxury of the past. This is the emergency.
Defending this country, this convulsing empire, is no longer a political position. It’s a threat. A weapon. A violence dressed as patriotism. Because the longer America leads the world, the more likely it becomes that the human experiment ends in fire.
America is not collapsing. It is consummating.
I used to think that what was happening was a failure of the system, but I was wrong, and it isn't. This is the system. Realized. Unmasked. Fulfilled.
The architects are not in Congress. They are not in courtrooms or cable studios. They are in cul-de-sacs, school boards, church pews, and Facebook comment sections. They smile at barbecues and whisper fascism through gritted teeth. The rot is not isolated in high office. It is suburban. It is banal. It is your neighbor mowing the lawn with a Trump 2028 flag flapping behind him like a battle standard.
America cannot be saved because the only people capable of saving it are the ones pulverizing it into historical detritus. They are not asleep. They are not duped. They are not momentarily confused.
They are committed.
This is the irreparable fracture no one in polite society can see, or dares articulate. The destruction of America is not being carried out by an invader, or a tyrant, or a foreign agitator. It is being carried out by Americans. Ordinary, flag-draped, grievance-addicted Americans.
They are the match and the tinder. The mob and the martyr. The electorate and the executioner.
We are so desperate to blame the stagehands, politicians, platforms, billionaires, that we ignore the audience that demanded this production. Trump didn’t conjure himself from the depths. He was summoned. When he proved himself not merely corrupt, but carnivorous, the crowd roared for encore.
The most dangerous lie in American life is the belief that the people are good, that they want better.
They aren’t, and they do not.
They are the reason this country is dying.
They saw the children in cages. They saw the bodies stacked in refrigerated trucks. They heard the cries for breath from George Floyd’s throat and still chose faux "law and order" over life. They watched a rapist grin through a defamation trial and nodded like parishioners at mass. They studied the gallows erected on January 6th and still whispered, maybe they had a point.
This is not political drift. It is moral erosion, measured, methodical, metastatic, and they liked it.
You cannot cleave Trump from the people. I understand why you want to believe that you can. He, however, is not some rogue asteroid that struck the republic by chance. He is the molten core of the American id, exposed. They didn’t tolerate him. They became him. Loud. Vulgar. Proud of their ignorance. Drunk on grievance. Horny for revenge.
They did not recoil when he mocked the disabled, or when he bragged about sexual assault. They didn't question when he lied, and lied again, and then lied about lying. They didn’t hesitate when he tear-gassed clergy, or praised tyrants, or recommended bleach injections as public health policy.
They rebranded it as authenticity.
They made his sins sacramental, and when the verdict came, thirty-four felony counts, they celebrated, they celebrated him.
This is not democracy slipping. This is democracy choosing.
Every mechanism that could’ve stopped him, the courts, the press, the public, was outmatched by the sheer velocity of American cruelty. Because what we now face is not a man, but a momentum. A doctrine. A theology of vengeance.
And the pews are full.
You want to believe that something can turn this around. That a crisis, a collapse, a catastrophe might finally spark introspection. But these people watched their own parents die gasping for air in COVID ICUs and still raged against masks. They watch their savings obliterated by tariffs and still screamed for more. They watched their children gunned down in schools and still clung tighter to the murder machines.
You cannot awaken those who are nourished by the dream.
And this is the dream: Domination dressed as freedom. The right to hoard, to hate, to harm, unchallenged, unshared, unrepentant.
There is no reckoning coming. There is only acceleration.
The next Trump will be younger. Smarter. More disciplined. He will not post unhinged rants at 2 a.m. he will install policies at 9 a.m. He will not misspell “honor, coffee, counsel, smoking etc” on Twitter, he will quietly outlaw dissent and call it order. The people who voted for Trump will vote for him too. Because they do not care about process or truth or balance.
They care about victory, and punishment.
You want to save this country? From whom? From the majority? From the mob? From the very electorate that forged the shackles with their own trembling hands?
You cannot. You will not. Because they do not want salvation. They want spectacle, they want to hurt, they want you to suffer. They want enemies. They want to see someone punished on television before dinner.
This isn’t apathy. This is bloodlust. The only thing more delusional than thinking Trump is the problem is thinking his defeat is the solution. Defeat him, and another will rise. Because the demand remains. The appetite remains. The culture remains, and you cannot legislate away a culture addicted to its own supremacy.
America is not a republic in peril. It is a mausoleum with functioning Wi-Fi.
Those who still chant “save it” do not understand what it has become. They are pledging allegiance to a ghost.
America cannot be saved. Not because it’s too broken. But because it doesn’t want to be whole.
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Agreed and thank you. I’m in maga country (Florida panhandle). My family and friends are maga. However, I’ve lost most of them. I’ve been strong in my convictions and that has alienated me from them. I think I’m okay with it, but some days it’s lonely being on the side of reason and logic. I can’t hate like they do. They don’t see it…but, it’s blinding to me. Actually, they think I’m mentally Ill because I express empathy and understanding. Also, they call me a narcissist. I used to blame Fox News, but as you stated, it’s them. All on them. They’ve made their choice to believe that bullshit. For me, I exclusively watched Fox. I voted for trump in 2016. Out of the blue, one day in late 2017, I was watching and something snapped. All of a sudden I really listened and what I heard was crazy talk. Up until that point, I’d never paid attention to what they were saying. I was raised in a Republican home and I’d never put any real thought into why. But what Fox was saying on this random day seemed insane. I turned Fox News off. I felt stupid and ignorant. I have a grad degree and I didn’t understand basic civics. I didn’t know who or what the speaker of the house was or did. I’d forgotten how a bill and law is made. I had no idea who my representative or senators were. So, I studied. I refreshed my knowledge of basic high school government. Well, good for me. I discovered I was a fool and I expected everyone around me to catch up with my new found discovery. They didn’t care and thought I was brainwashed by the liberal media. I guess that’s been my biggest challenge or regret. I wish I would’ve managed my expectations better. Even today I shake my head with their consumption of Fox News and newsmax. But, I understand them because I was them. But, my problem is realizing—they ain’t changing. There will be no come-to-Jesus moment for them. They’re happy with what trump does and who he is. They’ll lose their insurance and blame Biden—A little because Fox News tells them to, maybe a little because admitting they got conned ain’t going to happen. Mostly, they really love being pissed at things they don’t understand. They’re emotionally lazy and intellectually ignorant. They have neither the desire or the capacity to become a better version of themselves. Sadly, they want everyone else around them to live in their world of grievances and hate. That’s abuse.
trump is on us, America.
We could rid ourselves of him tomorrow, but for the fact that he represents millions of us who want to pretend that the whole of humanity exists to satiate our appetites.
Add to that the fact that we elect self-satisfied cowardly pricks who call themselves leaders.
America is a gluttonous house of horrors.
We are now a criminal state, headed by a psychopath (look it up, people) who would gleefully send ANY ONE OF US to rot in Bukele’s CECOT. He jokes about it in the Oval Office with his new tinpot dictator pal. His sycophants titter in the background.
America should not be surprised at this most recent turn toward lawlessness. After all, we are the people who laughed at a stack of naked men in the corridors of Abu Ghraib. We are the the people willing to create perverse legal justifications for locking up men at Gitmo for decades with little to no legal recourse. We murdered Allende. We took selfies at our lynchings. We built Mount Rushmore on sacred land.
America eats its own and eats the world.
In the 1974 film “La Grand Bouffe”, a quartet of friends decide to eat themselves to death. Not pretty.
Kind of like America.
And the hardest part of trying to love my country?
There are so many good people here. They help turtles cross a busy road. They run restaurants exclusively with the labor of ex-cons who are re-making their lives. They adopt old, three-legged dogs. They pick up moldy milkshake cups along the highways. They build houses for neighbors of lesser means.
But here’s the problem. Plenty of other Americans voted for this president. And his actions to subvert the very idea of empathy, to spoil what’s left of the planet, to further degrade the lives of the poor, and to terrorize immigrants who likely have more to offer the nation than many of our native-born—they are the work of a monster who at 78 years old never for a single moment, not once, asked himself, “Could I be wrong about this?” His policies—legal and illegal—negate the efforts of millions of who work to make the country and planet better, healthier. His bigotry seeks to erase the history, culture and the achievements of our neighbors of color.
I’ve lived through nineteen presidencies with 13 presidents. Until the turn of the century, I always thought (naively at times, to be sure) that America was at least on a halting path toward a better place. Our rhetoric used to be about that path forward, not about “American Carnage.”
Done for now. Had to get this out of my system. My geriatric dogs need to get out to pee before we all go to bed. To get some sleep before tomorrow’s waking nightmare.