MTG: National Divorce

Unfortunately, I can no longer say that the idea is completely crazy...but we're not there yet. Splitting up the union would, obviously, be better than living in a nation ruled by the Woketarian left. But I simply don't believe that the fat part of the left half of the political curve won't come to its senses sooner than later. What do you think's going to happen on the left in two or three more years when massive numbers of teenage girls start waking up to the fact that the gender-crazed left + the medical community helped them / talked them into doing irreversible damage to their bodies? How long before the crime rate--driven by "depolicing" / "decarceration", Soros-backed prosecutors, etc. becomes intolerable? How many $billions can be poured down the sinkhole of decarbonization and green energy? Can universities even survive another ten years of aggressive Lysenkoism and DIE racialization/politicization? 

   I'm not one of those who thinks that Woketarianism is already dying, nor that it will inevitably die. But I do think that the odds of an insane, cultish ideology keeping the USA in its grip forever seem pretty slim. In fact, I'm skeptical that this madness can last another decade. If Trump had been able to keep his damn mouth shut and keep his little bitty thumbs off the Tweeter, Betsy De Vos might be well on her way to saving academia by now... And it certainly seems as if DeSantis is ready to clean da house if he's elected next year. And if the academic bubble pops, I think things could change pretty fast. 

   And, should the insane progressive, identitarian left continue its Long March Through Our Institutions...well, then reds would, obviously, have to split from blues. But I don't think that will happen.

   We managed to keep the Union together through worse--though perhaps not strictly speaking more insane--times than these. I'm certainly not ready to give up on it yet.

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.