Is it just me, or does the 2024 presidential campaign seem kind of lifeless and dull?
It’s not because nothing has happened. On the contrary, huge events have transpired. Incidents have occurred during the past few months that, at one time, would have been deemed colossal and of great consequence. It just seems as if, these days, nobody really cares.
Not in the way that we used to.
During the 2020 presidential race, there was excitement and spectacle. The emotional energy was palpable.
We were in the midst of a global pandemic. People were frightened and isolated in their homes, waiting for the fulfillment of the promise of a cure. For many, the media was the only connection to the outside world.
From our living rooms, we were anxiously watching. We were waiting to see what would happen next.
Then, through our TV sets, computers and cell phones, we were presented with what was said to be the murder of an unarmed black man by the hand of a white policeman. People were enraged. They left the safety of their isolation and took to the streets. They marched in the name of racial justice. The protests devolved into riots. Statues and monuments were toppled and destroyed. Cities and towns were burned and looted.
Demands were made. The protestors and the rioters insisted that the government defund and dismantle the police force. Throughout the country, politicians complied with these requests, claiming that they were willing to reduce their own power, if it meant that the population could live in peace.
With the police force neutered, crime increased to the point where citizens, in fear for their own safety, were willing to accept increased governmental control.
The riots were followed by accusations of stolen elections, and a demand for truth and for freedom. Disillusioned and disenfranchised voters displayed their malcontent at the capital, carrying American flags and chanting “1776."
In 2020, the citizens of America were emotionally attached to politics in a way that hadn’t been seen since The Civil War. Larger than life, Donald Trump and Joe Biden appeared on our television screens. People looked to either one or the other as the answer to the many problems that our country was facing. People zealously believed that the leader of their choice was a hero, who would guide them out of the chaos and into the light.
It was all televised, and it was quite a show. In fact, it was the greatest show on earth. All over the world, people were glued to the screen. It was said to be the most consequential election in all of history.
It was an extravaganza. It was, by far, the best thing on the TV.
This year, there is something missing. The campaign season is without spirit. We watch the events, but there is no real emotion attached.
They are giving us the show, but it is not holding our interest.
It’s not that it hasn’t been eventful. It is just that the events don’t seem to matter very much to the people.
Not in the way that they once did.
In 2020 Donald Trump received over eighty million votes. He had followers who were willing to lose their their relationships, their freedom, or their life, for him. Because of their belief in him.
In 2024, there was a televised attempt to assassinate Donald Trump, and there was very little reaction. The man who many once considered to be a savior, was shot on live TV, and nobody took to the streets in protest. Nobody looted, rioted, or burned cities to the ground. We watched it happen, and then wondered what we should have for breakfast the following day.
And its not just Trump who has lost the ability to capture the interest of the nation. Biden also had eighty million dedicated fans four years ago, but his nomination was stolen from him, by his own party, and nobody reacted.
Kamala Harris became the democratic nominee by way of a coup. A thing like that has never happened in America before. One day, it was announced that the elected nominee, who had been said to be beloved by his base, would be replaced, without a vote, by a woman of color. Those who, up until that very moment, had been passionately dedicated to Joe Biden, didn’t care. In fact, they celebrated the removal of their idol. They cheered, and they shared memes of Harris dressed as Wonder Woman.
Even the race war appears to have lost its mojo. Video was recently released of a black woman, armed with nothing more than a pot of hot water, being shot in the head by a white policeman. A few people shared a few memes about this incident, and then we all moved on to the next big thing.
Could the pageantry of an openly satanic Olympic ceremony get a rise out of the people? For about three seconds, it could. After a moment of feigned outrage, everybody was like: “Yeah, whatever.”
We were shown images of a man beating up women for sport. For three days, on social media, we argued about the man’s gender. Then, we let the whole thing slide. The arguing had been fun for a minute, but, ultimately, nobody really cared.
So, what is going on? Have we all become jaded? Has the constant bombardment by bad news caused us to be cold and unfeeling?
Or have we come to realize that the events that we see unfold are out of our control and, therefore, not worthy of our time and energy?
Or do we all have our own problems to worry about, leaving us without the capacity to feel empathy for the hardship of the strangers whom we watch on TV?
Or are we now perceiving the spectacle as a show with characters, a script and a foregone conclusion? Is the experience of the common man so far removed from the drama of the elite that we have realized that our feelings will never change the pre-determined end of the movie that they are directing?
Or is there a glitch in the matrix? Are those who control the system losing their ability to control our emotions? Have they overplayed their hand, and forfeited the power to control our mind? Are we becoming immune from their manufactured outrage?
I guess we will wait and see. Maybe the election will become interesting, and maybe it won’t. Maybe it doesn’t matter which puppet sits in the oval office, when our true enemy is the puppeteer.
The candidates claim that this is, once again, the most consequential election of all time. I don’t believe that that’s true.
So far, its been really boring.
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I agree that we have come to realize that it’s all a show and we’re tired of watching. It’s like the sitcom that goes on for too many seasons. My hope is that they are losing their power over us.
Well said, ma'am.
You have definitely tapped into a growing zeitgeist. That is, after what they did to us, and what happened, none of this matters.
And now a substantial proportion of us are quietly sitting in a lifeboat, talking amongst ourselves, just watching the cruise ship sink.