A Weary Time

There passed a weary time. Each throat
Was parched, and glazed each eye, –
A weary time! a weary time!
— (Coleridge, Rime Of the Ancient Mariner)

‘Tis a weary time between now and the midterm elections on November 6th. The truth is reduced to barking dogs on both sides. How can Ersjdamoo defend against the barrage of lies when they are uttered only by barking dogs?

I call these 2018 midterms, “The Barking Dog Elections.”

Antagonisms are rife on both sides, similar to antagonisms surrounding the Winter King and Queen of Bohemia in 1620. Back then the antagonisms were religious, between Protestants and Catholics. Yet who is to say the antagonisms surrounding the Barking Dog Elections are not somewhat religious, since they are so deeply felt as in 1620?

And so it is a weary time. Both semi-religions of Democrat and Republican seek the attention of the least common denominator: the mobile vulgus. As dogs hear at a different pitch, so too the mobile vulgus hears only the low-level sounds. If you were to attempt to explain to them, say, the mysteries surrounding Francis Bacon, you would only get a puzzled look, such as your dog gives you when he doesn’t understand. That is no way to mobilize the voters, my friend! You have got to simplify the message!

For the rest of us though, these gross simplifications are wearisome and depressing. What ever happened to, “When they go low, you go high”? First Lady Michele Obama said that during the previous presidency, and she now looks like the strongest possible Democrat Party presidential nominee for 2020.

For now, during this Barking Dog season, the object is to lower the pitch for the ears of the least common denominator. Intelligence be damned! We have got to reach the most voters possible! Along these lines of pressuring high voter turnout, I have been receiving daily snail mails from something called, “Center For Voter Information” (Wacker Drive, Chicago). They keep informing me that they have been checking the public voting records and will be monitoring me to see if I vote this year. The implication is that I will be in some sort of trouble if I don’t vote (even though no law says I have to).

Why wouldn’t I vote? Maybe it’s because I am weary and close to barfing at what I have been hearing from both sides.

It is a weary time, but even the Ancient Mariner did not undergo it forever. A New Moon arrives on November 7th.



About ersjdamoo

Editor of Conspiracy Nation, later renamed Melchizedek Communique. Close associate of the late Sherman H. Skolnick. Jack of all trades, master of none. Sagittarius, with Sagittarius rising. I'm not a bum, I'm a philosopher.
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