I wake up every day with a weird sense of anxiety. I can’t remember a time when so many people hated so many other people for so many reasons. I was too young to really experience the anger of the 60s- the generational wars, Vietnam, the lack of belief in institutions.
Today feels like that…squared. It’s not just America that is fraying at the seams. (I think the racist-anti-science-anti-elite-anti-everything-but-meism has always been there but Trump has legitimized this anger.)
Britain, home of the stiff upper lip and tradition and history, is also a mess. Spain is breaking up. The dream of a united Europe is an illusion.
In many ways, this reminds me of the days before WW1 when there was a kind of seismic shift and all the iffy alliances came apart. Or maybe this is a revolution of unfulfilled expectations- now we know the next generation will not do as well as their parents and the feeling is…what’s the use.
The anger is palpable.
So, we need a common enemy. Humanity needs a reason to forget their petty (and yes, they are petty) differences and to come together. So I am hoping that if there are aliens out there, they will attack now. Then maybe we will get off our collective asses and work together for the common good.
If not, the aliens deserve the planet.