Rorschach’s Journal: October 12th, 1985

Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood, and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists, and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll look down and whisper “No.”

1985’s Watchmen painted a bleak image of the self destructive nature of human kind and the high cost of averting the most devastating of all catastrophes. Compare Alan Moore’s universe with today’s and the similarities are troubling. Social divide, global tensions, a liability in the White House, and an impending Nuclear disaster. Yet, there is one significant difference. We aren’t five minutes to midnight, we’re just two and a half.

While Donald Trump prepares to lead his first address to Congress by means of shadow puppets, the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists marked the 70th anniversary of the Doomsday clock by moving it forward in light of the international community’s failings towards the threat of climate change and Nuclear weapons. This is the closest it’s been to midnight since 1953. Grab your coat Cinderella, we’re leaving.

Never before has the clock been moved in accordance to the words of one man alone. However, when that man is the President of the United States, words can inflict irrevocable damage. His attitude towards major issues like climate change are down to his mistaken belief that they don’t exist. I think Neil DeGrasse Tyson phrased it best when he said “The good thing about science is that it’s true, whether you believe it or not”

During his first weeks in office, President Trump has been churning out executive orders like they’re Stephen King novels. It begs the question as to whether or not he’s even read the documents themselves, or has just ticked the box marked terms and conditions so he can pose for photographs like a wannabe pop star, before catching up on the latest season of the Gilmore Girls. In fairness, shares in Lego have soared since Trump unveiled further details about his wall, but of all the executive orders, this one isn’t even the most troubling.

Trump and the rest of his white, male entourage have already signed a ban on federal money going to international groups that perform or provide information on abortions. Ironic, when his entire being is a campaign slogan for Pro-choice. Somewhere in time exists an old sock with Donald’s name written all over it. Though, for countless women around the globe, there is no light relief.

This is why the world marches. This is why the world stands together in solidarity. Because Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. 

With Hillary Clinton now seeking the top job at the Ministry of Magic and Barack Obama enjoying a well deserved rest at the local country club, Trump has wasted no time in asserting himself in the White House at the expense of democracy, continuing to lie through his teeth like nobody is alternative fact checking. Because they aren’t, Donald.

This world may lack the vigilante justice of Alan Moore’s creation, but even a pen can start a revolution.

“But the country’s disintegrating. What’s happened to America? What’s happened to the American dream?”

“It came true. You’re lookin’ at it.”