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         Forty Miles of Bad Road

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As Hillary’s critics drop like flies, some from gunshot wounds and other natural causes, Donald Trump continues to offend. Yes, Trump makes faces and speaks off the cuff and the press goes mad, parsing his words like biblical pronouncements from Satan, that old rascal. Meanwhile, Hillary is incognito, giving speeches to CGI crowds who are manufactured like dinosaurs in some Hollywood special effects extravaganza. No one in the press dares to ask Hillary questions more compelling than what she had for lunch, at which point they wait with baited breath, hoping that she doesn’t respond with a series of facial tics and eye rolls that are sure evidence of an advanced form of brain damage. When Hillary finally offers “I had a tuna on rye.” They praise her brilliance and wish her well and then Photoshop Nazi outfits on the Trump kids as a way of exposing the real Trump, which only they can see. This is what passes for honesty in the media nowadays.

​To aid in this subterfuge, billionaires like George Soros spend hundreds of millions of dollars funding various media outlets, while the American people vie for their 15 minutes of fame on twitter and Facebook, oblivious to it all. Even this arbitrarily allotted 15 minutes has been reduced to a minute and a half, due to an overload of fame seekers flooding the system. And, as the proletariat work feverishly to advance their self-worth through selfies of their breasts and deltoids, men and women of a uniquely devious character write law after law to control this mob of preening fame-hounds. Meaning, we are doomed.

If this sounds especially harsh, it isn’t. It’s just the way it is. People need to feel as though their life matters, even if it only comes as the result of selfies by the billions. So, in a sea of humanity so vast that one man or woman become less than a grain of sand, self-worth is at a premium.

Now, there are other ways to make yourself known. Kindness, mercy, forgiveness, and patience, these virtues are in short supply. So, anyone who takes up their mantle immediately stands outside the crowd. If not alone, then, certainly in numbers small enough to be nearly invisible. And that may be the real problem. When the left-hand does not know what the right hand is doing, where will the applause come from?

What does this have to do With Trump and Hillary?

Moral judgments require moral people. Understanding wisdom requires that people be, at least, a little wise, enabling even a blind man to see what is so glaringly obvious.
On the one side is mammon, the great Satan, the status quo, the same ole, same ole.

On the other, a bet, with no clear view in sight. But, there is a solid “Maybe.” And that is certainly better than nothing.


Claude Hopper