Causa Sui and You and Me
50 Days ’til Election 2020 & now 2022 midterms are here!
I have this fear, almost a terror that all the madness masquerading as “normal life” is connected to something horrible; Sexual frustration/repression, Drunken nights, Bad mornings, 9 to 5 assembly lines, Gold watch retirements, All of it connected to the common sense concept that nuclear war, total destruction, is a risk we have to live with...
...that heaven, the evangelical radio/tv version, would be simpler than all the pain that comes with living.
This fear and terror becomes a guy driving a late model SUV or mini-van; his wife riding shotgun, bloated and silent., and a couple of kids who he barely knows fighting or sullen in the backseat.
And this guy is thinking, “God’s will be done,”
Unaware that he half hopes for that manmade flash of white light and blue heat that to him is God screaming —
My fear, my terror is that this guy pays his taxes, owes more than he makes, and can’t ever seem to get ahead. Yet on Nov. 3, 2020, he’ll get in there and vote for Trump because...because ...well, just because...
He lives in New York City or Spokane, L.A., Palm Springs, or Dusty, South Dakota.
He only says “Jesus” when he prays or when he wishes, unaware, that it all was over — My fear and terror is that he no longer knows the difference between prayers and wishes, wishes and prayers.
For him the unthinkable needn’t be thought, just prayed for, wished for — Jesus, oh, Jesus, I hope I’m wrong.
But we all know that I am not.
