12.02.2004
A Wild, Wild Ride
So went the election cycle. We were all caught up in it, like Toto in the witch’s bicycle basket, the tornadic vortex of the season gone rabidly wild. In its aftermath, the storm has grown silent. The black clouds have pitched away toward the horizon. These days, old epithets are strewn across the landscape, covered in the mud, debris, and thatch of the gyrating spin machines, which have all whirred to a halt for the time being.
I believe we witnessed history. Saw it being made. We watched the minute hands move and knew it to be so. A conservative President was elected when so many took it as a given that he should not have been. As a consequence, we watched the tides of societal shifts and momentum buck off course. ‘Course’, of course, is what has been seen and said in Europe. There, polite society has steadily pushed toward the Marxian ideal: cradle to grave government oversight and care. From the wide perspective, it’s much the same in the USA. But on the ground, we ‘red’s’ said NO, and stopped the devil at the gate.
Many say what happened was an ugly aberration that could have come only from America. What we saw was, to put it simply, a logical extension of the forces which made (and continue to make) America the singular power for good in this world that it is. Common sense prevailed in the face of Chiracian-creep. In spite of a so-called ‘world consensus’ to the contrary, in spite of know-it-all Canadian, Lincolnshirian, and otherwise ‘continental’ meddling by the likes of George Soros "& Co.", good, old American fly-over values and sentimentality stood in the face of erudite, whining, faithless rhetoric.
In the end, America carried the day, for another day. International leadership comes at a great price in the white-hot forge of history. Leadership, in reality, is a painful position to take. It is not unlike the example of an unsuccessful parent versus a successful one. The parent who attempts to be friend to the child will inevitably fail in the business of parenthood. Feel goodism is paramount (vain). Only the parent who truly acts on the best interests of the child will foster that child’s success in the long run. Feelings of hurt and resentment by the child are inevitably shortsighted and vacuuous. My prayer of thanks is one of tough love for the world at large.
My apologies for the silence of the days, but it cannot be helped.
So went the election cycle. We were all caught up in it, like Toto in the witch’s bicycle basket, the tornadic vortex of the season gone rabidly wild. In its aftermath, the storm has grown silent. The black clouds have pitched away toward the horizon. These days, old epithets are strewn across the landscape, covered in the mud, debris, and thatch of the gyrating spin machines, which have all whirred to a halt for the time being.
I believe we witnessed history. Saw it being made. We watched the minute hands move and knew it to be so. A conservative President was elected when so many took it as a given that he should not have been. As a consequence, we watched the tides of societal shifts and momentum buck off course. ‘Course’, of course, is what has been seen and said in Europe. There, polite society has steadily pushed toward the Marxian ideal: cradle to grave government oversight and care. From the wide perspective, it’s much the same in the USA. But on the ground, we ‘red’s’ said NO, and stopped the devil at the gate.
Many say what happened was an ugly aberration that could have come only from America. What we saw was, to put it simply, a logical extension of the forces which made (and continue to make) America the singular power for good in this world that it is. Common sense prevailed in the face of Chiracian-creep. In spite of a so-called ‘world consensus’ to the contrary, in spite of know-it-all Canadian, Lincolnshirian, and otherwise ‘continental’ meddling by the likes of George Soros "& Co.", good, old American fly-over values and sentimentality stood in the face of erudite, whining, faithless rhetoric.
In the end, America carried the day, for another day. International leadership comes at a great price in the white-hot forge of history. Leadership, in reality, is a painful position to take. It is not unlike the example of an unsuccessful parent versus a successful one. The parent who attempts to be friend to the child will inevitably fail in the business of parenthood. Feel goodism is paramount (vain). Only the parent who truly acts on the best interests of the child will foster that child’s success in the long run. Feelings of hurt and resentment by the child are inevitably shortsighted and vacuuous. My prayer of thanks is one of tough love for the world at large.
My apologies for the silence of the days, but it cannot be helped.
// posted by HunterByrd @ 3:40 PM 
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