Truth forever on the scaffold, wrong forever on the throne. So penned James Russell Lowell, Cantabrigian, abolitionist, and poet in his poem The Present Crisis (1845).
Presidential Election (indirect): doing the same thing and expecting a different outcome. Are you aware of the recent congressional proposal, which is the Civic Duty to Vote Act? If passed, it would make all deemed eligible legally bound to partake in the presidential election in particular. I’m not impressed with the results of the majority who have taken part (I wonder if the eighty million people who voted for J.B. reflect on their decision). The nexus between the act of voting and the voter is an abstract work of art. The voter is the problem and not merely voting. Do benighted people instinctively transform into rational beings every four years in November? We do not simply need more voters, but more refined voters; this relationship requires strengthening.
The proposed enactment haphazardly suggests those who do not take part are only recalcitrant; therefore, a sage must promptly intrude to put the juveniles right. This approach reeks of tyrannical Freemason doctrine where self-proclaimed illumined ones know what’s best for all—only they are not at liberty to share their orphic tenets.
Am I anti-American? Nope. Simply put, I recognize ample cleavage between written doctrine and practical exercise. Hence, I’m not inspired by a thirty-trillion dollar debt, enthused with experimental gene therapy, stirred by a supreme court justice unable to articulate fundamental differences between two genders. “Save America” is a refrain ejaculated by a former president; repeated faithfully by diffident janissaries who when asked could not clearly explain how or when America entered, the current deplorable state, nor offer any viable action plan for restoration (to what time nobody knows) other than lean on, look up to one illustrious mortal being, a psychic perceived as ascendant and heralding good news.
That so many seek salvation outside themselves betrays two things. One is they must realize their own powerlessness; there is no spirit to tackle life’s delicate perplexities. The second declares contentment inside the framework established for them by the peers of the realm where necessities reign as paramount while the higher things remain foreign, existing outside their demesne; reserved for the lords and ladies. As circumstances allow for individuals to eat, drink, marry and be merry ‘as is well,’ states the hoi polloi.
A loud cry goes out from a podium, “Save America” followed by an abject public reply—Yes, we need saving, so please save us! The question is, save from what? The answer: from God’s wrath.
And they that are left of you shall pine away in their iniquity in your enemies’ lands; and also in the iniquities of their fathers shall they pine away with them.