Padre Steve begins this post with: “I go to bed tonight with a sense of foreboding for our country and the world and I cannot shake it.” I think many of us can relate — I know I certainly can. Please take a few minutes to read Padre’s words — words based on history. Thank you, Padre, for putting into words what so many of us are feeling.
Friends of Padre Steve’s World,
I go to bed tonight with a sense of foreboding for our country and the world and I cannot shake it. I feel darkness enveloping the United States as the President creates the dystopian world that he enunciated in his inaugural address. As I observe events on I am reminded of Barbara Tuchman’s description of Sir Edward Gray on the eve of the First World War, “Watching with his failing eyes, the lamps being lit in St. James Park, Grey was heard to remark that “the lamps are going out all over Europe; we shall not see them again in our lifetime.”
Today, Blacks, Jews and other minorities are being targeted and killed by Right Wing domestic terrorists including Police Officers. In Trump’s world a free press that reports the truth is the enemy of the people, bombs are being sent to political…
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scary thoughts indeed…
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A good post, all true.But, I’m worried that there seems to be a pervading lack of optimism. Is this strange and unwarranted surge by the Latinos really such a problem?
Cwtch.
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I think there are multiple reasons for the lack of optimism. First, the polls are narrowing, Trump’s approval rating is once again rising, and … well, we all remember 2016 when we laughed at Trump, the polls all said he couldn’t possibly win. Second, while democrats are trying to encourage people to vote, republicans are doing everything in their power to take our voices. You’ve seen Scottie’s post about the ballots sitting in a Miami-Dade post office for over a week now? And the voter intimidation, Trump’s constant threats to have poll watchers (with guns), and his determination that if he loses, he will challenge the results. Third, the threats of violence https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/fear-of-election-violence/2020/10/30/5b4f5314-17a3-11eb-befb-8864259bd2d8_story.html All-in-all, it’s really hard to be optimistic when some 44% of the people in this nation have traded their brains in for a box of Cracker Jacks and are willing to sell the soul of this nation in order to achieve a white, Christian, male-dominated society. I’ve said all along that Trump cannot win a fair and honest election, but this one is anything but fair and honest, so … it’s really hard to maintain a sense of optimism. Sigh.
Cwtch
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Joe is still leading in the polls so there’s still time to get votes in. They surged the other day and yet it hasn’t put Trump in the lead. Joe is holding his own in the Swing States. I figure there must be a point when all of the Repubs has voted and that leaves the field open for the Democrats.
Cwtch
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You’re right that Joe is still leading in the polls, though by a diminishing margin, and he is doing well in the swing states. I just keep remembering how Hillary was leading Trump in all the polls up to the day of the election in 2016. And, the thinking is that it’s the democrats who comprise the majority of the early ballots, and on Tuesday the republicans will turn out in droves. I’m not without hope, but am rather cautiously optimistic. Still, there is a sense of dread that I cannot seem to shake.
Cwtch
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PS: The Great Pete Seeger added a few extra words to the lyrics I found
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Hi Jill. Had my say on Steve’s site.
Sheila and I will be thinking of you
Let’s hear it:
Lyrics:
John Brown’s body lies a-moldering in the grave
John Brown’s body lies a-moldering in the grave
John Brown’s body lies a-moldering in the grave
But his soul goes marching on
The stars above in Heaven are looking kindly down
The stars above in Heaven are looking kindly down
The stars above in Heaven are looking kindly down
On the grave of old John Brown
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
His soul goes marching on
He captured Harper’s Ferry with his nineteen men so true
He frightened old Virginia till she trembled through and through
They hung him for a traitor, they themselves the traitor crew
But his soul goes marching on
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
His soul goes marching on
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Thanks Roger! Love ‘n hugs to you and Sheila!
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💐🌸🌹🌺🌻🌼🌷
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😊
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Few more days hard work then let’s hope. x
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All ten fingers are crossed, making it hard to type. Thanks for hoping along with me!
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