The country is up a creek [without a paddle] and so you must wonder why I am writing about degree requirements for elective offices. Let me assure you there’s a connection.
The idiom aptly captures our dire predicament. In the Second Coming, Irish poet W B Yates paints a dark and haunting picture of the future of the planet. He conjures up an apocalyptic vista in which everything is chaotic, dastardly, and foreboding.