Fee-fi-fo-fum, Day of Prayer
Phew! Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an...no, girls and boys, let’s not go to any more fairy tales. We’ve reached that glorious day when the national nightmare is almost over, coming to an end in a few hours.
Yes, our election day winds down this evening. Hopefully all the hocus pocus, truths and half-truths along with pledges, vows and oaths will give us good people rest and peace of mind.
Thus, in light of our position without official portfolio or partisan cash cows, it is time to declare a national day of prayer. I am including all the faithful who believe in Heaven and Hell, even those who enjoy slamming celestial entreaties and public prayers.
We may be somewhat tardy, but it would be delightful to hear church bells and chimes soaring through the lands. Maybe we could delay the angelic sounds until tomorrow. It could well be a more glorious day tomorrow more so than the riveting 2016 November day.
We must admit the smells of the overwrought losers for the past two years have tarnished the feds, states and almost every locality. Some mighty fine campaigners have been smeared. Their opponents have had no use for the phrase “honesty and veracity” and have run fast and loose with facts. I’ve been checking the quotes and motes.
A basic reason for a solemn day of prayer, thanking the Almighty for the greatness of the nation and forgiveness for the verbal, written, printed and nasty broadcast commentating. There are many “unspoken prayer requests.”
To be kind, I won’t identify those yappers whose mouths are so big they can bite their earlobes at the same time. You know who they are.
Admittedly we’re excited about the overall results of the balloting. It’s been a mean-spirited competition in every state. From a dollar perspective, donors have given record amounts. Advertising buys on broadcast facilities and the Internet have been overwhelming. Perhaps the untold millions expended will be detailed soon. No Russian rubles, nor Chinese yuan.
For certain, all the foolish charges and countercharges among the political consultants, partisans, in and out of the swamp, will continue.
The political game in the good old USA has never been one for the faint of heart. I can’t avoid borrowing another wise comment from Mr. Mencken (“Henry L.) could love today’s combatants. He wrote, “A good politician is quite as unthinkable as an honest burglar.” Just laugh, please.
I know lots of “good” politicians. We all do. HLM was “funning” his readers. But, there are lots who fit the comparison.
Our republic is the world’s best democracy. That great half-American Sir Winston Churchill proclaimed: “It has been said that democracy is the worst form of Government except for all those other forms that have been tried from time to time.”
At this point, let’s complete the opening saying: “Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman.” Okay solons of all sorts give us all a rest from the fairytales, little white lies and exacerbations.