If you're like me, at this point you're numb. You already understand that nobody tells the truth anymore. Lies are the language we speak. Hillary Clinton will destroy the world, and maybe that's what you want. "Hillary for Armageddon!" There's your bumper sticker. Trump isn't much better. One thing we can be sure of, everything "they" say is a lie. Trump won't build a wall. Hillary won't steal from the rich and give to the poor. Status Quo. The USA will continue to print money and borrow money until the inevitable day comes when a guy who understands simple math reveals that the USA is so bankrupt that the very word "bankrupt" is revealed as the understatement of the millennium.
Imagine true desolation. No job. No house. Family of you, wife, and a couple of kids, trudging along behind you, as the rain falls, as the cold winter threatens, as hunger gnaws at your empty bellies. You're tired. You're hungry. You're cold. You're hopeless. This is the end. Maybe you just lay down and die. "The End." I guess that, in the end, that's what "they" wanted all along.
In every story, the mountain of trouble and hopelessness is piled upon our hapless protagonist until finally the audience is simply waiting. The hero waits. The world waits. The end is here. Unless something miraculous happens .... Where is our deus ex machina? Where is our magical genie, where is the extraterrestrial magical race of super-geniuses who can fix everything? Where is our superhero? Where is God, Jesus, Allah, Buddha, somebody, anybody, who can fix this mountain of looming tragedy?
We forged a sword. We hung it over our own heads attached with a slender thread. Why? A cry for help from an uncaring universe? The end of the story on TV is bullshit. Here's what really happens: The gazelle is dinner for the lion.