Obama's somewhat shakey win was, if nothing else, the least worst result to be contemplated.
In fact, "nothing else," is probably exactly what sums it up. Still.
Goodness, didn't it get nasty on FaceBook these last few weeks!
It was so vicious that Toad, (that's me) at times, imagined he was back in Fleet Street, listening to people accusing one another of modifing their (generally Northern) accents in hope of advancement. Although the language on FB was consoderably more moderate.
It has to be admitted though, that Toad himself was one of the culprits.
He shamefully and mercilessly persecuted a relatively innocent young lady on the slender grounds that she was (he suspected) racially antagonistic to Mr. President.
Still, the die is cast, the jig is up, the bitter harvest has been reeped.(Reeped Wrept? Wreaped? Can any of those be right?) the cup has been drained to the dregs, Democracy has been run up the flagpole and duly saluted. Not least the cliches have all been exhausted. We hope. Anyway...
As a tonic counterblast to the general mindless cheerfulness, here is the blessed George, above. Telling it like it is.
Like it really is.
The Inn and the Stable: an Advent meditation by Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen - Every artist has the feeling of being at home in his studio, every patriot at home in his own country, and every man at home in his house. One should there...
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