Down in the dumps
For various assorted reasons, I have the wary feeling that important aspects of our happy American lives are disintegrating. I have seldom felt “down in the dumps,” but our recent national election has punched me right in my Conservative solar plexus.
Among other things, we reinstalled capricious evil George Soros protégé Barack Obama as president for, my God, four more years. The very people who cast the votes seem “to know not what they have done.” The whole country appears now to have settled down in an aftermath of stupefied resignation. We shall, of course, eventually find a way to function with what is, rather than what might have been.
By the slim margin of about 2 percent of the popular vote, impressive businessman Mitt Romney lost out to Obama — this at a juncture when we need to emulate Mormons by taking some time off to muse awhile upon our original American principles.
No matter what birthright we Conservatives brought to the table, the feast before us now is no more than a “mess of pottage.” American voters put back in the White House for yet another term a dubious citizen whom many of us would like to have seen the last of. A bleak future may now hold for us Conservatives a radical Supreme Court and Senate, leaving us only control of the House of Representatives as our sole playing field. It’s a flimsy hand, but it’s the only hand we’ve got, the only hand we can play.
The Democrats lust for larger government, bigger spending, more taxes and increased borrowing — all of which curb our personal freedoms. The Republican House members will surely have their hands full while they wait through the years until another election can make any future progress possible — a grueling job for Republican representatives. Everything to do with people and politics involves constant flux. The best, and the worst, come and go in their own sweet time. I remember well 1933 and a five-year wait with Roosevelt to get us out of the Depression. He never did — and only the advent of World War II made us forget his vacuous singing of “Happy Days Are Here Again.”
Aristotle told us that “man is a political animal” — and, we learned the hard way, one of the less attractive animals at that. Voting wouldn’t be so onerous if it weren’t that we depend upon a ruefully uneducated American public to choose our leaders. Remember that the dumbest vote cancels out the smartest.
I recently reread Samuel Adams who said: “No people will tamely surrender their liberties, nor can any be easily subdued, when knowledge is diffused and virtue is preserved. On the contrary, when people are universally ignorant, and debauched in their manners, they will sink under their own weight without the aid of foreign invaders.” Sam knew a thing or two!
Whatever happens to us personally or collectively, we seem to find ourselves in the position of having to “pick up the pieces” and move on.
Human history is a long path of haphazardly strewn pieces that historians in retrospect try to put back together, to make some sense of humanity’s aimless fumbling.
Starting with long-ago once self-reliant Americans, we seem to have set a course that’s irresistibly curved to the Left, and every nudge these days furthers that Socialistic trend.
We Americans cogitate and moan about what the media purport to be facts. I muse: What more can people do until their prejudices finally take over, and tell them how to vote?