Rollin' Like Sisyphus

Don’t Clap Too Loudly; It’s Still A Very Old World

Posted in A Chronicle Of Decline by Huckleberry on December 31, 2016

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There are few things quite like a near-debilitating illness striking in the waning hours of a frankly psychotic, schizophrenic year to make you ponder the true extent of God’s humor. I can’t believe it’s time to do this again. I swear I just did this about three months ago, and everything else is the playing out of some grand Gregorian conspiracy involving chants, Knights Templar quests, and European Swallows gripping coconuts by the husks. The weather here has been miserable today, with a pack of thunderstorms rumbling through from dawn till just about an hour ago. It’s still raining out there, but the storms have moved on to Carson City and points east. Since the older niece and the nephew are now well into their teen years, they’ve decided they want to stay in the city with their friends for Christmas break, and I can’t blame them much. The wife needs to be close by her mother for a couple of days, so she headed back yesterday to beat the storms. So here I sit, in near-perfect solitude, ill but oddly well. The second college football playoff game is silently proceeding in the background while I man my post on the back deck, a healthy cup of 1792 to warm my belly and chase away this bastard infection, and I don’t know if it’s the cloud cover or the fever but it feels positively balmy out here right now.
There are worse ways to pass the time, friends.
What a year.
I still can’t quite wrap my head around it.
The Year of Our Lord 2016 will be known for the election of Donald J. Trump for President of the United States of America, and to a lesser extent, for the referendum by the British people to exit the European Union. Despite the fact that both of these events sprung into play years earlier, their twin conclusions in 2016 — just a handful of months apart — ensure that few if any of the other events that took place will be remembered as anything beyond footnotes, and almost exclusively framed in the context of these two events. While in a sense that speaks to the gravity of each electoral outcome, I don’t entirely buy it. One of the pitfalls that comes with an election year that lasts almost three years is that both sides have plenty of time to brand their enemies. The problem is, reeling from a stinging defeat that also speaks to their own dwindling influence, the media are using the last few ounces of juice in their megaphones to propagate a signal declaring in no uncertain terms that the electoral outcome is illegitimate for a litany of reasons, oscillating between arguments molesting the Popular Vote to insisting Vladimir Putin personally hacked into THE ELECTION with his Evil-A-Tron 9000 Vote-Chagin’ Machine, manually flipping votes that surely must have been cast for Hillary Clinton over to Donald Trump. I mean, c’mon. It’s obvious. So expect four to eight years of their shrill din ringing atop the amber waves of grain.
Despite the unexpected Trump victory, I am hopeful but not certain anything will improve. The time for against-the-grain, bucking-the-system outsider elections was decades ago; It’s like bringing on a pilot after the plane’s wings have already fallen off. There is the grim and all-too-probable prospect that there is nothing much to be done through the political system. The future, as I have said many times before, will look so much like the past you won’t hardly believe your eyes.
I have no idea whether Trump will be a good president, a great president, a poor president, or presidential disaster.
Nor do I much care anymore.
What I do know is that Hillary Clinton and her band of rent-seeking, influence-peddling brigands spent the past 16 years trading favors and access for any wad of cash that came looking, the more thuggish and globalist the better, to the point of peddling those favors and access on the promise of her becoming President of the United States of America. Barring the catastrophic playing out of some twisted Kabuki between now and Inauguration Day, we have avoided that horrible outcome. The brigands and the globalists (but I repeat myself) know their jig is up, and want only to crush the few enemies left to the them, while holding off Armageddon just long enough to make their getaway out the side entrance. Now, they get to scrap and scrape along the bottom of the churnstile with the rest of us mooks.
That more than just about anything else is reason enough to smile.
All this is to say that the rhythm of the political spheres, sputtering as they may, are nearly inconsequential to your life now. Despite the struggles that may exist over the horizon, there has never been a better time in living memory to take advantage of them, and to take the fight to them. Whatever 2017 brings, I have faith in a just God that it will play out as it is meant to. With a focus on family, community, and fellowship, the greater part of it will be well-attended.
I wish you and yours the very best in this coming new year, and that whatever it brings, that you are better off a year from now than you are today.
And just think, there are only 52 Good Music Fridays between now and that day.
Happy New Year, everyone.

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  1. El Borak said, on December 31, 2016 at 21:43

    will look so much like the past you won’t hardly believe your eyes.

    “The Past” meaning “The Calamitous 14th Century”, to be exact.

    Deadly, civilization-killing plague sold separately. But reasonably priced, all things being equal…


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