Oh 2016. The Internet claims it was the “worst year ever.” It seemed like there was a heart-wrenching disaster, attack, or political catastrophe every other day. Every time, we quaked, quivered, hid, and re-emerged. The un-ending assault on our hearts and senses made us wonder what the heck was going on. Indiscriminate killing of black people, Nice, Brock Turner, Orlando, Aleppo, Brussels, our own military blowing off an arm in the peaceful Dakota pipeline protests, Brexit. A satire of a U.S. election so excruciatingly painful, resulting in the election of the sort of person you’d normally wish dead or in jail: a media-hungry, human-rights-destroying, accused rapist that elicits you to vomit every time you hear him try to form a coherent sentence. The death of any sort of respect for intellectualism or morality – false equivalence taken as fact, to the point that you start to wonder about the twisted human psyche. A sort of nose-dive into a world that seemed to respect neither facts nor ideals nor basic human life and dignity. Basic, utter, chaos.
Is the catastrophe real or a result of the immediacy of our news via social media, the increased perception of proximity of global events that used to seem far away, and the increased polarization of our News Feeds? Are things dark? Are we all delusional for believing so? Are we all naïve for not thinking so? Should we build bridges or stand our ground? Should we fight or heal? Should we act or withdraw? No one seems to know anymore. No one seems to have an anchor from which to draw our opinions or make sense of the world. Everything is spinning. And now, 2016 is ending, just like that. No elaboration, no closure, no straight lines. Americans, especially, aren’t used to this.
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