Sunt aliquid Manes: letum non omnis finit
luridaque . . . effugit umbra rogos. - Sextus Propertius
Many of our friends – our allies – seem to believe it will all be over November 8. The victors will claim their rightful – righteous – spoils. The beaten will dig their holes and crawl into them; they will spend a considerable time licking their
wounds. Something like peace will
reign – as if a season of Survivor had come to an end.
luridaque . . . effugit umbra rogos. - Sextus Propertius
Many of our friends – our allies – seem to believe it will all be over November 8. The victors will claim their rightful – righteous – spoils. The beaten will dig their holes and crawl into them; they will spend a considerable time licking their
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confidently predict that will not be the case. And all the nasty, ad hominem attacks the righteous have
visited and continue to visit upon the wicked will return to haunt them. The
mockery will not be forgotten. It never is. Consult your own experience; righteous
or wicked, being mocked the hardest thing to let go of.
We predict that our pleading with all to be kind, to love mercy and walk humbly,
will not be heeded; more likely it will be hissed at from every side. We know
we are crying, “Peace, peace!” where there is none.
So, we can
most confidently predict that there will be none. It was bad enough when we
were – who coined this phrase? – “the world’s largest banana republic.”* But it
is much worse now we have become the Disunited States of Reality TV.
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* "The shadows remain. Death does not end all;
a pale ghost slips out of the ashes."
** No offense to banana republics intended.
a pale ghost slips out of the ashes."
** No offense to banana republics intended.