What I Expect

Simply put:  More of the same.  George Orwell and Aldous Huxley attempted to warn us.  We didn't listen, we aren't listening still.

What I expect:  We'll have a record turnout for the election in November.  The liberals (who ever they are) will cheer the the Obama win, once more a victory for the lesser-evil.  The peace-activists will celebrate dodging the possibility of a Sarah Palin presidency, having ignored -- more probably not knowing -- that Joe Biden was among the majority-Democrat Senators in 2002 that gifted an imbecilic madman the sword of war against whomever and whenever he might choose.

The security state will morph deeper into our privacy to "protect" the brain-dead electorate from the "forces of international terrorism and Muslim fanaticism." Church membership will surge in preparation for the End Days.

The rich will get richer.  Sales of flags, bumper stickers and lapel pins will hit record levels.  The poor will cheer louder than any as their children are sent to the next bloody foreign arena, many to return in a box by night plane.  And "Support Our Troops" will become the Eleventh Commandment, or perhaps simply replace the Sixth.

Then one day -- as we learn from history -- it will all end.  Perhaps by the combined  forces of the decent governments of the world, or -- if we are fortunate beyond what we deserve -- by revolution, the means after all by which America was founded.

These things will happen because we refuse to admit, even to see the truth.  They will happen because we're stupid, have pushed aside observation and analysis in favor of hope, or have chosen outlandish religiosity to supplant reality, rationality and any modicum of decent idealism. 

I will miss America, but then again, its destroyers and their slaphappy supporters have been preparing me for this for some years now. 

We had a decent run -- not perfect, but decent.  Now to wait, some to seek solace in prayer, others to desperately hope for the second chance history never grants and we do not deserve.