I’ve been at a loss of words this week, a highly unusual state of being for me, yet, here I am.
There is a question going around and around in my head that I can’t seem to answer…where do we go from here?
A whole lot of people that I know just look at me and wonder why I am incapable of letting this whole election go, after all, there will be another election in just a few years. That’s where we disagree…every ounce of instinctual fiber in my body is telling that’s just not the case. There will be other elections, but they will be all but meaningless.
We have finally tipped the scales.
There are a million arguments as to why Mitt Romney lost the election, but everything boils down to one simple fact…we have become a nation of freeloaders, squatters and sluts. A majority of the people of the nation have lost all respect for every principle that we once held high, and entitlement has replaced endeavor as our prevailing common behavior. As a people, we have given free rein to our collective id, and where morals and tradition once reigned we now have drives and impulses ruling. Above it all, the libido stands and demands constitutional authentication.
My good friend Ed L. maintains a great blog where I often go to gain a different perspective on things; his is sort of one of those clean, well lighted places where people can go and see news and current events from a cerebral conservative point of view. Ed is my Jiminy Cricket, my best friend, and my proof reader (I seldom, if ever, have found reason to proof anything he writes), and today, he’s chosen to feature work from another one of his friends, who agreed to be published only with the promise of remaining anonymous.
There is something incredibly poignant about this piece, something that cries of our loss of innocence as a nation, something that says that our best days are past us.
Dennis Miller said it best on election night when he tweeted: “America is now De Niro in Raging Bull – sitting in the Copacabana looking in that make-up mirror: old and bloated and living on past dreams.”
You can read Ed’s comments on the piece over at Vox Clamantis in Deserto (his blog), but you can read “Jungle King” right here.
And “Jungle King” deserves to be read.