Believe it or not, there are versions of Earth where we get things right. Not everything, that's just not how existence works. But, and it's a big ol' but, there are dimensions where humanity is doing a better job. FOR INSTANCE...

Right now on Earth 53, the second impeachment trial of Donald Frump is going very differently. Oh...his real name is the same on Earth 53...I just like calling him Frump. Anyway, on Earth 53, Republican politicians realized they had been given a unique opportunity to be rid of Frump forever.

Yes, they've been under his thumb and are scared of his political power, BUT (and it's a big ol' but), they realized that if they impeached him and removed his ability to run for political office again, they could effectively neuter his political power.  Yes, they would have to go home and explain to their constituency that they had been "Ride or Die" with Frump, but an armed insurrection of the Capital in effort to overturn an election was a bridge too far. YES, they had agreed the President had every right to investigate the election to insure its security. The President had done so, and there was no evidence to support his claims of widespread election fraud. YES, the President had lied to them all, and it sucked, but Republicans were going to keep working for their voters.

I know this seems farfetched, but on Earth 53, that's how this shit is going down right now. The Republicans on Earth 53 understand with a little extra effort, they can rid themselves of this blight named Frump. Sure...it will take a while for him to become wholly irrelevant, but it will happen. The masses don't like being failed, and their nimrod god has failed them. Eventually they will lose interest in him, but they will still have to vote for someone, and their Republican politicians will always be there for them blah blah fuckety blah.

Of course, circumstances that led to this very similar situation on Earth 53 occurred. Earth 53 wasn't doing much better than us, but this is where our paths diverge. You see, every version of humanity has different moments where things get better. Earth 27 has been a Utopia since World War II. Earth 328 never even had a World War II! They figured their shit out after the first one.

Unfortunately, we're stuck on this version of Earth, where Republican politicians have either chosen political expediency, are genuinely Qinsane, or are downright just too chickenshit to do the correct thing. Good luck in your future endeavors evolving into a peaceful species that managers to save your planet, Earth 53. I envy you.

The story is my lifeboat, my compass and my rudder. Without it, I am directionless. Adrift in a sea of melodramatic melancholy nonsense. Unnecessary human emotional gobbledy-goo-boo-hoo, an unrequested gift born of the consequences of my own choice-ridden existence. Everything led to this. Survival through beautiful delusion, blessed escapist homeopathy.

When the story arrives, when it reveals its ending, I have new purpose. New direction. New hope. A dream resurrected. The story points the way, and I look forward to another day. Maybe this will be the one. Maybe not, but the work must be done. The dream is a dream, the hope a hope. The work is survival.