The Lights are Going Out: The Orwellian Future if Trump Wins

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.

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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.”

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12 thoughts on “The Lights are Going Out: The Orwellian Future if Trump Wins

    • 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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  1. 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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