What decides the fate of a nation?
And other social media DOHs.
by Stan Faryna
Enigma, Return to Innocence
Is the fate of a nation to be decided by an election?
Or is the election of a President (or Government) the poorest and most useless exercise of human will, noble ambition, and highest hope?
I don’t know…
Maybe, you know. Maybe, you can explain it and make me a believer in what now seems to me to be… but the greatest of mouse traps – a mouse trap for nothing less than the Abolition of Man.
My apprehensions at this moment are reflected by the same indecision, division, and doubt which prevents commentators to preclude a victor. History, tonight, is a mystery to us.
God, however, makes no mistakes.
The Divine decides the fate of a nation (no amount of campaign spend shall contradict the Divine authority) and God’s will is spoken through the human heart – tonight, we know these signs include our own fears and worry.
I am moved to prayer – not to the election booth. I am moved to repent and, more importantly, to an examination of conscience. My own and for a nation that searches it’s heart for the sign of Jonah.
Meanwhile, I will reflect on The Final Speech of the Great Dictator. I invite you to join me too.
06 November 2012
Post Election Notes
One hour before any decision had been made (nevermind that the Masons’ and other powerful interest groups had decided the fun was done and a moral crisis for a nation had to be averted), the media machine couched President Obama’s win and Romney’s concession in legalese, tentative triumphs, and false links to unmade concessions and unspoken victory announcements.
President Obama came to the podium to give the most lackluster victory speech of his career – perhaps, the burden of moral defeat and his own failure’s in the first four years spoke loudly in his soul. You could see that it weighed heavy upon the President’s heart – reminiscent of Jonah in the belly of the great fish. The man was made a prisoner – he was not crowned as heroes are crowned.
Strangely enough, Romney embraced his concession of the Presidential election with cheerfulness and apparent good sportsmanship – the man had accepted God’s will and he got out of the way of history with an uncanny light-heartedness and efficiency. Some might say that Romney is the better dog: he sits, begs, rolls over and plays dead without delay. He wags his tail too.
There was no victory for either man. Nor for America. Nor Democracy and Freedom. Nor for Hope. Winter is coming. And the long, dark night.
It was an ill-fated omen. Unlucky stars gleamed boldly in the night, their smiles – full of steely fang and bite.
What else shall decide the fate of this nation?
Tired, weary and serving hands. Our hands.