BlackWater

Even the sound of it is evocative and eerily apropos. the image of black slime, oozing across the land-covering the innocent with an ever-moving, tarry black mass. so that one species is indecipherable from another in the steamy swamp. infested. toxic. which it is. and now the administration, in all its wisdom, has given those bodies who pollute the waters immunity from all wrongdoing. what land is this? what people are these? what conscience survives in a place that was once the beacon of hope to the entire world. what took us from the greatest country on earth to a twisted, sardonic effigy of those who once walked our land. what moment in time marked this outcome? the second that saw the step away from the light and into the dark?