I'm talking about the "Russian Thing" and all its facets and controversies. The gravity is obvious. If true, a President will fall. If false, a rock will have been turned over in the Washington Swamp. Robert Swan Mueller III is eager to decide what is true or false, officially.
What I find most scary is the noise. I'm relatively new to Twitter, a high tech echo chamber that allows a curious soul to overhear what journalists, politicians and experts "know" and what the unwashed believe is true. Twitter enables anyone to add their two cents worth to the noise. When the subject is the "Russian Thing," the noise is deafening.
When everybody shouts an opinion, the truth is lost in the noise.
Take Seth Rich. The poor kid got himself murdered in the Swamp and now the beasts are taking to Twitter shouting about who done it and why it matters. The players range from Seth's parents to some tattooed sap in South Dakota whose only interest in Seth's murder is revenge for a Clinton vote cast in vain.
The stakes are immense and everyone knows it...especially the Swamp dwellers. The war of words and images is savage and unrelenting but it will settle nothing, this absurd cacophony of power lust. Each voice trying to shout down another, trying to impose its opinion and will on the rest.
This is what scares the hell out of me. The spectacle of it. The importance of it. The personal stake that every Tweeter imagines he has in solving the murder of Seth Rich to his own political advantage.
When a nation decides that the Swamp must decide on a one-size-fits-all policy for everything from health care to milk marketing to finger nail polish, the political battle over that policy becomes a blood sport and the noise on Twitter becomes instantly ear-piercing as the Swamp things fight a life and death battle to determine who is in charge, who will be the final decider.
The absurd futility of the process is striking and obvious. But the noise rages on.
This is what scares the hell out of me.
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