Election eve; it's raining cats and dogs as I write this, turning very dark at 5 PM, as Daylight Savings Time is gone for another year. And we wait.
All our hopes are as high as we can push them; but it's still very hard for me to believe that the past terrible eight years of criminal idiocy and governmental tyranny will really come to an end with this historic 2008 election.
I am not a political animal, and I have no way of making any prognostications about how the voting will go tomorrow. All I am able to do, I will do: and that is, pray for our dear country, tonight – and cast my ballot tomorrow.
It happened before in America: Richard Nixon came and went, and we had the Kennedy era for a while. A turn-around is possible, I know. But I also remember what happened after the Camelot days came to a bloody end – terrible and deadly events ensued, tragedies that all but destroyed the hopes and dreams of my youth. I've also lived long enough since then to see how the mistakes and evil decisions that marred the end of the 20th century are still bearing bitter fruit even into the 21st.
Hindsight can make misanthropes of us all; I guess it is only hope, that "thing with feathers" that flies before us into the unknown, that will make me go out tomorrow morning and cast my vote upon the waters once again.
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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all
And sweetest in the gale is heard,
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea,
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
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