While reading John Hawkins’ column at Townhall about the “7 Forces Driving America Toward Civil War,” John Fogerty’s song “Gunslinger” started playing on the iTunes random rotation. Or was it random?
Among Hawkins’ forces are tribalism, which he describes as:
The Right has gotten much more tribal since Donald Trump rose to prominence and the Left has taken tribalism into hyper-drive. Increasingly, liberals treat a range of opinion between Elizabeth Warren and Hillary Clinton as legitimate while everyone else is viewed as a white supremacist Nazi primitive that must be driven down into the gutter for society to move forward. This makes any sort of dialogue or cooperation nearly impossible.
Then there is moral decline:
A large number of Americans HAVE LOST their principles, manners and virtue and it shows through from the sort of politicians they elect, to their rudeness online, to the sort of shallow hedonism and fame whoring they find appealing. Americans are increasingly becoming a soft and decadent people …
A lack of shared culture really sounds like more tribalism:
The average conservative and the average liberal disagree on 95% of the issues and in the few limited cases where they do look at things the same, they won’t support a proposal by the other out of sheer tribalism.
Then there is the looming debt:
However, the fact of the matter is that a reckoning is coming. At some point, probably within the next decade or two, we will face a debt-driven economic collapse; borrowed money will stop flowing into the United States and Medicare/Social Security as we know it will fall apart because we will not have the money to pay it. If and when we get to that point, all bets are off because if regions of the country see an advantage to splitting off from the United States at that point, they will do it.
Plus, the “living” Constitution, decline of federalism and gun grabbing.
Do you think we need a gunslinger?
Kinda makes me wonder how
All the things that made us great
Got left so far behind
Decent folk’s, hard workin’ ways
Now they hide behind locked doors
Afraid to speak their mind
Somebody tough to tame this town
I think we need a gunslinger
There’ll be justice all around
Wild eyed bunch moved in, you know
Shootin’ up the streets, shoutin’ everybody down
The dogs all runnin’ loose
Tired old judge got roughed up too
No one left to make a stand
They whisper what’s the use