I am going to admit my lack of faith. An Orthodox believer who practices the peace of God ought to be perfectly calm, I know. But I am no saint, so I am nervous.
It looks as though the candidate whom I support in his bid for the presidency has a good chance to nab a victory, but the polls are so close that it would be a fool’s errand to say that it is in the bag for him. A slim advantage in any swing state that falls within the margin of error does not allay one’s concern that the numbers may add up to Harris’ advantage.
She is the candidate who was thrust forward by the marionette masters of the incumbent party who realized late in the game that the original candidate was just as senile and indolent as we had all suspected since the campaign of 2020. But they have the home team advantage. That advantage is reinforced by the mass media who, with a few exceptions, are owned by left-leaning oligarchs. Let us hope that the refusal of three newspapers of record to endorse Harris is an indication that they know more than we do and are acting accordingly. Jeff Bezos may be thinking ahead to January and hedging his bets, sensing that it is prudent to refrain from antagonizing the candidate who may soon be in a position to make life difficult for the owner of Washington’s own newspaper.
Apart from these factors, the ideological left have long since marched through the institutions of education, entertainment, and even religion. America’s own Greek Orthodox Archdiocese under Elpidophoros is in bed with the Democrats.
Kamala’s campaign is flush with cash from wealthy donors like that dubious character, Bill Gates. Old Bill has been indicted in Holland over his promotion of the Covid vaccines, which are useless at best and murderous at worst. Gates is certainly keen to see Harris waltz into the Oval Office so that he can duck any indictment stateside, so he slipped her campaign a cool $50 mil.
It is still October and a cursèd Halloween surprise is not beyond the pale of possibility. Women who practice witchcraft are busy putting hexes on Donald Trump in an attempt to thrust a stick between the spokes of his bicycle as he glides toward the finish line. It is said that their conjurings have come to naught due to an inexplicable Force that fouls their plans in the metaphysical world. It seems to be the case that the prayers of myriad believers are being heard.
Donald Trump is no saint. We all know that, do we not? Beside that, not every decision that he made as the 45th president passed the smell test. Jim Jatras, one Orthodox intellectual whom I have recently had the privilege to get to know, thinks that Trump still has not learned his lesson. He will make similar mistakes, despite being granted a second chance.
I know a lot less than Jim about the Machiavellian nature of Washington’s denizens, so I can be excused for being cautiously optimistic that Trump will perform better as 47th president than he did as 45th. But first he needs to win that second term. That is what makes me nervous. Ballot drop boxes have been burned in Oregon, the secretary of state in Colorado has given away the codes to her computerized voting machines, and hundreds of ballots have found their way from the trunk of a sedan with Rhode Island plates into drop boxes in Pennsylvania. 2020 redux? Dear God, I hope not!
What if Trump wins in spite of the cheating committed by the opposing camp. Will the vice president of the country and president of the Senate certify the electors’ votes? Let us hope that she acts with the same integrity that a previous Senate president and himself candidate for the presidency, Richard Nixon, did in January of 1961. His decision to reject calls for a recount and certify that election gave the nation John F. Kennedy, despite the shenanigans that went on while ballots were being counted in Chicago and Texas, and despite the razor-thin margin here in Hawai’i.
In any case, let us pray that both candidates be protected by divine providence from bodily harm, and that a godly tranquility will descend upon the electorate, no matter which way the pendulum swings on November 5.
Handwritings on the Wall 