Not interested in being “The Others” in the “I’ve got mine” version of the world? Time to flip versions. Boy! Did Eisenhower ever get it right. But in his day, Capital did not have the hydrogen bomb - - buying elections with impunity. How to remedy this is not addressed here but how intense the force will have to be to make it happen is. Run thousand foot ridges long enough and you start to notice that really large ravines have peak flows, torrents, so strong that, from time to time, all manner of logs, fallen trees, loose boulders and debris are flushed out entirely. What is left is a grand spectacle of sheer ravine sides plunging down to near distant scoured stream bottoms, grown back with delicate whorls of leafy lattices. Through this order you can easily decend animal trails to the very bottom and see more grace than you came for.
On the same ridge, you come upon another ravine. First it looks about the same, but as you look closer you see its bottom is piled high with logs, fallen trees, boulders and debris in all different stages of decay. Instead of being flushed away, this stagnant compilation rots on. No use trying to get any closer, repulsed by tangles of substance and chaos. Oh, if there were only a storm powerful enough to wash it all away! In nature, reduced scenic wonder is offset by more abundant habitat. In culture, this rotting trash pile is our Congress, there also only for the lack of means to flush it out.
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