Feeling anything but zen

This week I am spinning out. I am reading the portents, and they don't look good for certain folk, we all know who. The map of history is taking us to a very particular destination, we are already very far along that road, and there is really no way to protect ourselves from the inevitabilities. At this point it's a matter of where their axes will fall, which road to the ultimate goal they will set us on, and of course, the timing, which seems to be imminent now, as judicial chaos sets in, as firewalls crumble, as wilderness camps are readied. Someone said the disappearing of migrants was only the rehearsal, the testing of the machinery. Soon, they will unveil what the real game has always been. It begins with dismantling the fourteenth. And now the order signed to prioritize the stripping away of naturalised citizenship, based on categories of assessment, some of them broadly subjective, to determine whether the citizens in question pose any sort of threat. They're threatening to come for the bright young man who just won the mayoral primary in my city by twelve points. Can they really do that—subvert the will of the people by detaining, deporting, disappearing—pick your D-gerund—the duly elected nominee? I can’t help but feel that would be yet another order of magnitude. The psychological warfare intensifies, the rollback of centuries comes into view.