I guess it's officially over, the
Republic is gone. A majority voted for the incumbent who trampled the
constitution. That's no exaggeration; what he did to the Catholics
was an absolute disregard for the first amendment. What to do about
it? I'm not entirely sure. That of course is assuming I continue to
have the choices I now have; that I could hide out or flee. Mine
would be crimes of omission, not commission. I don't want to
participate in programs that pass debt on to future generations, and
I don't want to participate in promoting Homosexual activities; just
to name I few of the wicked liberal policies I don't want to be a part of..
This is my third try at writing this
post. So many details, but I don't know how important they are. I'll
probably fill in those things in future postings. There are a number
of people proposing different ways to counter the progressives; but
personally, I think you need to look at a bigger picture. Just today
I was informed of the content of the book “Fifty Shades of Gray”.
I thought it was about teaching people to be looser with their
morals, to be more open minded. That's bad enough, but I guess the
book really is about perverted S & M practices, and is the first
in a trilogy. The reason I bring this up is the book's runaway
popularity. There's no fixing a country where a book like that is so
popular. The essence and identity of this country is becoming that
evil is good, and good is evil. Even if there was a way to change
the course, there might not be enough time. The myth of continuity
makes us think that things will continue at the pace they have
before. But why should they? There was just a big storm on the east
coast; and recently while I was driving home, and noticed that our
whole valley was filled with tan colored air. I thought that somebody
was doing a large construction project, but a neighbor said that it
was dust blown in from the Midwest.
Since November 7th, I've
had sorrow, foreboding, numerous thoughts and analogies. What's
strange is that in the midst of it, there was resolve of a paradox
I've struggled with for years. I do different kinds of art. Most is
commercial, but I do it for other reasons as well. There are numerous
rules to get the best results, but the final filter is emotional. I
want the results to be appealing and pleasing to others, so it
requires an emotional involvement as I work.
We try to make our house a little
island of Godliness and clean living in a world of filth. But lately
the long term disasters have been ruining the lives and families of
people very close to us. It's like being in a foxhole while shells
are exploding ten feet away. That and I hope our perimeter hasn't
already been breached by the Western lifestyle influencing some of
our children for the worst. Much of my work is very outdated
technology, I drive a 34 year old truck with used tires. I'm always
having to fix things, hoping it doesn't take too much time away from
work to pay the bills. Those things plus the national scene, are why
people don't nominate me for the “Mr. Gleeful of the Year”
award..
Still, I need to be “in the zone”
when doing art, when rendering art I hope can benefit the community,
and when contemplating how a Christian artist expresses things like
the objectivity of beauty, the paradoxical nature of life, or the
boundaries of Christian art. I'm attempting to let you see -one- of
the paradoxes I continually encounter.
So I thought “Other than my job, why
do art at all”? Then it came to me that it was always temporary. I
wasn't going to live eternally in this situation. I was going to die
like everyone else, I've been aware of that for a long time, it never
hampered my desire to do art before. The difference is that before, I
had some vague idea of when the cutoff line was, you know, 70 years
old or something like that. Now I just don't know where the cutoff
line is. I might leave the country, be thrown in prison, who knows.
So, I can't say big paradox resolved,
maybe that doesn't happen in this life, but I guess it's a matter of
being at peace with the paradox. Sure it feels like undiluted
visceral bizarre; and I hope it's not the beginning of some mental
ailment, but God help me with that. Also, it sounds like it could be
a big enabler of denial; God help me be not like Lot.
