Destruction is Easy

 One thing I have learned in my life is that destruction of anything is easy and building and rebuilding is hard.  I think of destruction of a house.  You just bring in the wrecking ball and the dump trucks and before you know it, the house is gone.  It takes so long to build a house.  A friend of mine is building a cottage in her backyard,  She told me she is amazed at how long and how complicated the process is.  From the city permits to inspections to the details of the building.  It takes a long time to build a house.  It takes a long time to build a relationship.  One needs common experiences, time to know the other person and to understand his/her ups and downs.  In my experience, over time, like an oyster making a pearl, the relationship is cemented becoming even more beautiful.  It then can withstand with ups and downs of life.  There is nothing like a breach of trust to instantaneously destroy what has taken years to build.  It takes just a spark thrown into dry grass to start a fire and in this fire season, a roaring inferno soon is out of control.  There have been or are 8000 fires in California, burning up our state just this season.  The Presidential debate this week was a debacle.  Trump came in throwing his outrageous chaos and interruptions and lies all over the platform.  He destroyed the Presidental debate format in no time.  Two hundred and forty years of democracy now stand threatened to be destroyed by this evil demon we have for a President.  It is so easy to destroy something and so hard to build up something.  The horror for me is to watch and to feel that I cannot stop this destruction.  Our democracy is being attacked and half of my fellow Americans don’t see it this way or don’t care.  I cannot fathom what they see and how they cheer when he weakens and destroys yet another part of our government and society.  Our former allies around the world are watching.  Putin and Xi are laughing and rubbing their hands together in glee at our self-destruction.  I am so afraid that we cannot stop this destruction.  What will our grandchildren inherit?  What story will they believe about the fall of America from power?  Will they wonder why we didn’t stop this carnage and protect our beautiful country?