As explained in several earlier posts, this blog has purposefully remained silent during the civil (and religious) strife that has dominated discourse prior to Election Day next Tuesday. Your Curmudgeon has been as dismayed as any of you who grace this blog with your attention and comments about the escalating sense of disconnect between reality and rhetoric.
A few factors remain constant. The Episcopal Church (USA) continues its downward spiral into irrelevancy, by adhering strictly to Neuhaus’ Law in steadily driving out all those brought up in its orthodox traditions (including your Curmudgeon), which traditions it has now proscribed. Other denominations that have abandoned orthodoxy are experiencing similar declines.
The result of the elections in four days will, I submit, demonstrate whether there is a similar phenomenon at work among the body politic. The contest is not between two political parties, but between those who insist on the nation’s adherence to its foundational principles and those who (for whatever motivation) insist that those principles be jettisoned — and replaced by, well, you pays your money and you takes your choice: or in other words, whatever notions can command an ephemeral allegiance among those who are dominant for the moment.
That choice is no choice at all. The alternative to adhering to the principles that have made this nation great is actually a multiverse of discordant discontent, fueled by whatever (one believes) has sunk one’s boat, or has prevented one from reaching ascendancy. There is simply no way to unite that multiverse around a common ground, because each is convinced he or she has been gored by a different ox, and so requires different “justice” in recompense.
As we approach this election, therefore, I would like to call to the attention of this blog’s faithful followers a timeless parable from the pen of the incomparable G. K. Chesterton, expressed at virtually the outset (1905) of his literary career. Notice especially its relevance to those “peaceful protesters” who have decided to rid us of commemorative statues of our forbears:
– G.K. Chesterton, Heretics, 1905