We were the mob.

In a world where words no long have meaning, does it make sense to continue reading or writing?

Picked up a well reviewed listed best seller last night. Put it down before I had finished the first page. The lines screamed back at me.

“He is a hypocrite for writing it. You are a hypocrite for reading it. None of this is true. A well packaged lie that you paid to read. You are a fool for wasting your time on it. You are all liars.”

So much has lost credibility. Saying it is all suspect now is comparing Covid-19 to a sneeze.

Not just authors and writers. Analogies. Arguments. Good faith. Appeal to our better selves. Human nature.

The citizen of the world, a global world, a better world. Dead.

That we are all in this together. That morality is universal and evil has a well recognized name and face.

That education allows us to find and discover a better self. There is no us. There is no together.

Gone.

The only winners. Hate. Rage. Anger. Helplessness.

The last 3 months of this year will forever be known as the point where the great divide began for our world. Where we all decided to go our separate ways. Without looking back. Without saying good bye.

Without remorse.

So when the dogs of war finally came with their pitch forks, torches and lynch mobs, we could face the truth.

Buried. Hidden. Veiled.

There was never a them or a they. There was always us.

We were the mob.