The Backlash Cometh
(1000+ posts) Sun Oct-26-08 11:34 AM
You all will never believe what I saw this morning.
I live in an intensely red county. One where every kind of Republican converges so you get to see the hypocrisies of the various "kinds" as they undermine each other. It's a divisiveness that you don't normally see on a national level, but something that will probably become more evident if they lose the next election and begin their civil war amongst themselves.
So we ran out of coffee this morning and I drove to the convenience store to pick up a couple of cuppas. On the way back, what do I see when I come to the creek? A white male
kneeling on the ground next to the railing with his clasped hands resting on the rail. He was praying, okay. Right there in the open, not caring who was watching.
This never happens.
So I say to myself, I bet he's praying that McCain will win
. I figure this, because, if he's upset about losing a loved one, he has dozens of churches to go to with plenty of church ladies to give him sympathy. So what he's praying for is something...else. This is my translation of what I think he said
, "Dear Lord, we have a way of life here which I've grown accustom to and now I'm afraid of losing. Yes, I know that we don't follow the rules around here and we break them whenever a small powerful group of us find it convenient. Yes, I know it's not fair to many people who never even cotton on to the fact that most of the community decisions are made on the golf courses, church socials, charity meetings, quasi secret organizations and in phone conversations between our lawyers and their lawyers. But, Lord, those people don't love you the way I do. They don't deserve your omnipotent attention and they certainly don't deserve a miracle on Election day. So, I'm praying, Lord, for a miracle. Send me a sign that I am still in your good graces and let McCain win on election day."
Now, I'm not too concerned that the place he picked to pray was the best choice for him, because you see, I've been using the same spot for the last eight years to pray for exactly the opposite of what he was praying for. Now, I don't kneel before the creek, but I do watch the bitter cypress waters below while I say the important things, and mostly, I think it's a spiritual place because of the indigenous history of this area. Frankly, I don't think the land or the spirits of any indians that may lurk around would be too happy to amplify the prayers of a man who belongs to a tribe that has never seen a forest or wood that wouldn't make a great parking lot for a mall. But, that's just me.
In the end, the only prayer I have to God is to prevent the Republicans from stealing a third election and let the will of the people decide. And just in case my prayer gets answered, I'm going to the grocery store to stock up to get enough food to hole up in my home the day before election and the day after, because, this morning's display tells me that it's going to get ugly in Florida.