I am weary of the hopeful pessimism that *Strange Death* might be newly relevant to the present era of discontent which the North Atlantic empire presently maintains. I do not think that the current Democratic party has the energy or incentives to rebuke, for example, the Supreme Court, as the Liberals did the Lords. when the latter vetoed the most essential component and raison d’etre of the Government’s authority, the Budget of Lloyd George. the Democrats are too soft and mouldering a thing to collapse under their own contradictions, but rather, like a fungi which depends upon its own disruption to propagate and fill new vacancies, they delight in covering the eroding American institutions in a gelatinous and sentimental skin with which to preserve the signs and ideals of an empire as their interior contents dissolve safely out of sight. 

The coercive tactics of the Labor party and the Irish nationalists provide maybe some inspiration for those who would coerce a Joe Biden or Kamala Harris into passing some popular legislation until one recognizes that their verve is most readily expressed in today’s freedom caucus, which which has ensured that Republican government must function as a grand coalition with centrist Democrats, their own much smaller and more effectively recuperated backbencher radicals—Sanders, the squad—constantly and unidirectionally conscripted from their constituencies interests to save Democracy, which the Democrats happily proclaim is Now and Forever on the Ballot. Abortion rights, climate legislation, forever war—all of these the Democrats are happy to let their GOP equivilentss ravage whenever it is their turn in power (statistically at least One out of every Three elections, the last time a party having held the presidency for 12 straight years having ended with the Reagan-Bush I government in ‘93) and then allow those same ravages, like newly thoughtful ruins, go unrepaired, a monument to the Narcissistic Parenting Strategies the Dems love to employ, Indifferent Savior, who will let Bad Cop run the gauntlet, at best tut-tutting that voters could ever have allowed them into power, blaming radicals and minorities for the crime of existing and thereby inflaming the rage of their good friends across the aisle, so that in every election thereafter they can point to those ignoble ruins, grinning with the satisfaction of  a well oiled One-Sided transaction—wherein votes are offered up not quid pro quo but as Unworthy Supplication, and forcing their constituents to  repeat, reverentially, unquestioning, that This is What Happens When You Don’t Vote Hard Enough. 

Hence the cult’s sacrament of confession and, not absolution, but deferral. The Sins of the Greater Evil are our own, and the sufferiengs thereby engendered are to be avowed, maintained and expanded in perpetua, as Just Penance for every election in which the people failed to embrace with sufficient verve their Savior the Lesser Evil.