Since childhood the vast majority of us, regardless of our native tongue, have been well-familiar with the phrase from Lewis Carroll's (only seemingly) children's sagas concerning Alice, his focus of both photographic lens and tale-telling: "through the looking glass".
Similarly, the seemingly universal fetish with cats and kittens is self-evident on any sized plasma screen or calendar.
In his second follow-on to Alice's adventures Carroll indulges in his hardly childish puzzles--i.e., via Alice he posits a scientific bio-chemical quandary concerning whether or not the milk on the other side of the mirror would be potable for the kittens, or Alice, for that matter.
And there is the rub of our concern with such an overarching yet relevant question of questions: what is the 'it' which separates Life from Death? Here, we extend this question to the subordinate yet substantively vital (this term used advisedly) matter of our worthy political existence and/or its surcease.
What if we, all of us, have passed through this proverbial 'looking glass'" and find ourselves 'living', as it were, in a mirror-image in which the very foundational elements of the political period-ic tabulation give every appearance of reality, complete with identical atoms, yet exist in a different spatial arrangement. This is called isomerism: "Optical isomers are molecules which are mirror images of one another. Often these mirror image molecules are referred to as enantiomers."
One more reminder of common knowledge since our middle-school/junior high daze: all matter consists of atoms, which combine chemically as either inorganic or organic (carbon) molecules; the most famous of these molecules is what makes you, you: DNA. In that sense, we all have the same 'initials' (double-meaning pun, intended as it is literally true).
Now, with this as our elemental foundation, let's revisit where we may be, through that mirror and, while Carroll's work is long out of copyright and in the public domain, we'll call it IsomerLand, perhaps equally as bizarre. Oh, yes, we'll confine our geography to the U.S., for ease of reference, albeit these symptoms may well pertain globally as well.
In this land we are governed by a tripartite system of equal branches of a government, whose chief executive has been duly elected President despite his own belief (and that of his campaign fellows) in the likelihood of defeat. This presiding official succeeded in defeating 16 competitors whose expressed views were far more in accord with accepted norms for their party. He won as well despite the fact that he expressed himself, both in content and form, so as to be adjudged repugnant to law and/or public decency.
This same characterization applies to the Transition between election and inauguration; indeed, both policy and personnel were openly--sometimes furtively--so populated by questionable terms and personages as to constitute a truly enantiomeric space the other side of expected reality. Finally, those same attributes may be attributed to the Administration so inaugurated and have now occasioned the appointment of a prosecutor conducting a wide-ranging investigation rooted in values recalled as having prevailed on the other side of the mirror in question.
The remaining branches of this government in IsomerLand are such that, being dominated by those whose party policies appear to conform to those espoused (however sincerely or truthfully--see: Other Side of the Mirror World) by the aforesaid chief executive and his cabinet officials approved by the legislative branch, the chief executive and commander in chief of its armed forces has been supported, often in diametric opposition to the expected norms observed on the other side of the mirror. The sole exception is the judiciary which, while recently having seen placement of the chief executive's choice of justice after a long vacancy on the other side of the mirror by those willing to wait and see about the eventual arrangement of certain atoms after the aforementioned election, has not, as yet, become relevant at its highest level; at the lower levels, there has been a tendency to seek to cross back over the looking glass into 230-Year-Old-AmericaLand.
So, then, what of our collective future, here in IsomerLand?
Two choices present themselves: 1/Go ask someone named Alice, if you can find her--it's been some time, but she may have aged backwards...which, itself, may make asking a fetus moot; 2/Ask someone named Robert, now Mu(e)ll(er)ing this situation over.