Because of what I do for a financial living, I cannot comment on things political. I am a mere soldier and I adore the U.S. Constitution. I am a patriot to my core. But one might well make the case that the Divided States of America are less a republic than we have been since Reconstruction and/or even the late 1700s. One might easily make the case that America has become a thugocracy and/or a banana republic, or an oligarchy rather than a nation of laws. There’s a reason why House of Cards was so popular of a television series. It portrayed a cultus of people devoid of shame, a people who purported to be meta-people, beyond judgment by us little people. Well, we shall see if judgment is real.

One could even make the case that we are in a state of idiocy wherein an entire political party in the Divided States of America is openly running as communists/socialists–a party whose platform is abortion for any reason up until and including the moment of birth; open borders (another way of saying borderlessness/chaos); promulgation of groupthink/alphabet jihad (LGBTQIA+); the continued erasure of women (men with ponytails and implants now box women into unconsciousness in the Olympics and are rewarded with medals for valor/skill), etc. The list goes on. This makes the games in Rome look tame. But here we are. This is an entire half of the Divided States of America. This stuff.

A man is running for vice-president who lied about his service in the military, and half of the country yawns as if it’s no big deal. The guy let his state burn at the hands of BLM, a communist/Marxist group who does nothing for the demographic whose skin color they pimp.

One of my favorite songwriters penned this about the cracks in the walls of people’s worldviews:

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in

We asked for signs
The signs were sent
The birth betrayed
The marriage spent
Yeah, and the widowhood
Of every government
Signs for all to see

I can’t run no more
With that lawless crowd
While the killers in high places
Say their prayers out loud
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
A thundercloud
They’re going to hear from me

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in

The words are from Leonard Cohen’s “Anthem.”

One might appreciate his refrain: “There is a crack, a crack in everything/That’s how the light gets in.”

One might be wise to petition the heavens, the Maker of the heavens and of all things, and that His light get in. Why? Because the rivers of iniquity have overflowed their banks and the prophets are being put away and the carnivals of reprobation are stringing trapezes to Baal and Asherah, and a civilization is dancing its jig of damnation.