America loved him. Americans voted for him. America placed their lives in his hands. America saw him as worthy of their hope.

He failed. Us.

We have no history of ever taking responsibility for what ruinous public policies Stephen Miller has designed. Those designations were never Trump’s ideas alone just like we are not alone in the misjudgments we make. We are responsible even if we reject the notion that we have any accountability whatsoever. We are never wrong. The skeleton of Trump’s mismanagement exists behind closed doors where Miller is obliged to dance within the framework of Trump’s tunes. But it is Miller’s choreography. The two of them will cook up something before they hit the street. Depend on it.

That, too, will be on the menu we eat from. We are victims of our own victimization. Miller is just the shadow of our second selves. The selves we know are attracted to the darkness of our terrified souls. We are terrified of ourselves because we are fully capable of doing it again and again and again. The patriarchal hierarchy we bow and scrape to communicates You Need Us. You Need Us To Guard The Way Because You Have Always Needed Us.

And they’re right. We have always needed Them.

And they’re wrong. In the end, we can see who they really are in much the same way the Germans began to recognize that history would not be on their side. The problem is the term: In The End.

History is cyclical because we do not care to do the work of remembering. Remember this.