The Frustration of Powerlessness

The nearest analogy to what I'm feeling these days goes something like this:

I'm a passenger on a train that's leaving the station.  Somehow I have received direct knowledge that the trestle over a canyon about 100 miles ahead has been destroyed.  I know that the train is certain to fall into the canyon when it reaches the missing bridge.  I've tried everything I can to convince my fellow passengers to join me in warning our conductor and chief engineer so they can take steps to avoid the disaster.

But the passengers are partying and don't want to hear my warnings.  They question my source, and tell me there's nothing to worry about - I'm just being a chicken little.  The conductors are deaf to my pleas, and the engineer is isolated up in the engine and unable to hear or understand anything from his trainload of passengers.

So now I'm just riding along, knowing the disaster that's coming but unable to do anything about it.

Likewise we're facing an economic disaster and a major war in the middle east that will do significant harm to everyone.  All the while our engineer (read President) holds extravagant parties in the Ivory Tower where he and his friends are entertained by famous celebrity musicians and actors, all the while implementing his vision of a utopian socialist society where nobody's rich but most everybody else (except him and his friends) is poor.

The fuse is lit in Gaza, the debt is guaranteed to exceed 20 Trillion dollars, and American companies are laying off employees, canceling projects, closing their doors or moving to more welcoming places.  All while the ignorant citizenry loses large chunks of their wealth every year but still worship the charismatic engineer.

My only option for survival is to seek an opportunity to jump off the train before it reaches the canyon.  But then the question will be, "Now What?".