So much has changed in two and a half months. Election night was like something out of Kafka. At first, it was like 2016. We worried as states were called for Biden, but they were all states that we'd expected would be called for Biden. Then, just like in 2016, the map started to turn red. I had just begun to think, "Good, now I can relax, and later I can watch Rachel Maddow cry, this is going to be great!", the vote counting stopped. That did not stop Biden from declaring victory a couple of days later. It is now a week and two days since the election, and, for once, we've actually been able to see and talk about the widespread voter fraud. (As long as we ignore the "fake news" flags that FB gives us, and switch from Fox News to News Max.) I'm convinced that Trump is going to win, no matter how many offices of the president-elect Biden establishes. Time will tell.
That's just politics, but it's currently governing everything. With a few exceptions, I have not been out of my house since March. Yesterday I had to go to the mall to renew my driver's license, and it was apocalyptic. All but about four of the stores have gone out of business There are no shoppers. The people who are in there are there because they have to be. Their faces are hidden by masks, but in their eyes, I see sadness. The DMV workers were pleasant. That's how bad it is. They're probably just happy to have jobs.
But none of that is why I'm blogging. I have decided to start using my resurrected blog, because there is no longer any pretense at freedom of speech at Facebook or Twitter, which is where I've been writing for lo these many years. Now I can't express the mildest of opinions without being told that I'm spreading fake news or otherwise "violating company standards." And, if you've been following me for any length of time, you know that I am not on the planet to express the mildest of opinions, tagged or otherwise.
The world is drowning in evil of all forms. Many years ago, a wise person told me that the best thing we can do about evil is to point at it and say, "I see you." (We can also pray a lot, but I assume that goes without saying.) I've been doing that for a long time, but recently, I am pointing at my friends, who have used Biden-worthy word salads to slither over to the other side. (For example, I am done with Catholics telling me why Jesus doesn't care about abortion. DONE. Don't let the door hit you on the way out. I'll pray for your deluded butts, but other than that, I'm done.)
The other night my husband, whose defining characteristic is his hatred of confrontation, told me that it is time to fight. He said, "It's like you're a man who can see evil in the distance, and spends years watching it creep closer and closer, and then, one day, it is at your door. You have no choice then. You have to fight." I said, "If this election is overturned, there is going to be all-out war." He said, firmly, "Fine." And he is right. Evil is kudzu. If we just stand still, it will grow all over us until no one will know that we were ever there.
So, evil...no, EVIL.... I see you. I see you everywhere. I see you in people who have convinced themselves that dismembering babies in their mother's wombs can be called "women's reproductive health." I see you in people who, like Admiral Nelson, see no ships. ("Where is the EVIDENCE of fraud?") I especially see you in people who are telling me that stealing the election was fine, because Orange Man is Hitler. (Remind me, where are the concentration camps? Where is the pile of six million bodies? I try to keep up, but I haven't seen that on the news. And you should be absolutely ashamed of yourselves for dishonoring the victims of real Evil, the holocaust.) The place that I hate seeing you the most is in your cries for "Unity!" Never mind the fact that you have treated us like garbage and called us "deplorable" and "chumps" and canceled us and censored us and scoffed in our faces. That's pertinent, but not primary.
The bottom line is the there is no common ground to be had between Good and Evil. And there is no access to Good for people who hate (or simply aren't interested in) the truth.
"The other night my husband, whose defining characteristic is his hatred of confrontation, told me that it is time to fight."
Amen.
Posted by: Lynne | 11/14/2020 at 06:43 AM
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Posted by: Nancy | 11/24/2020 at 12:31 PM
What a felicitous stumble, coming back to this place via a 12-year old link ("More on Obama's Abortion Lies"), just after you revived it! Looking forward to getting to know Father Mankowski and (hopefully?) reading about your steps forward into the abyss of unity and untruth.
Posted by: Theresa | 12/13/2020 at 10:25 AM
I will be here sporadically. I'm going to be really busy with a couple of jobs, one of which is writing a book about Fr. Mankowski.
Posted by: Karen Hall | 12/29/2020 at 06:30 PM