It ain’t over even when it’s over, OK!
If there’s a test for whether or not someone qualifies as a “saint” then the Democratic aspirant to the upcoming presidential grabfest, democratically chosen by his peers, is now officially rebaptised. Saint Barach, pray harder, because your time of great tribulation isn’t over, even when it’s over.
The woman who believes has finally spoken and the language remains ambiguous; she announced today that she has officially “suspended her campaign” and will support her party’s choice, through hell or high water. I love the term “suspended”. First of all, we need a willing suspension of disbelief (cf. hypnotic trance) to accept that all is well in this close circle of friends. In my world, a suspension is temporary. Think of silt suspended in a mud puddle, or the kid on the bench outside the principal’s office. Eventually, things will return to “the way they were before”.
THe news channels are filled with commentary, from the partisan “It’s just a way of paying off campaign debts” to the disbelievers who say that that madam is still there, much like a vampire that hasn’t received a stake through the heart. I’m looking across the fence, and my own perception is that Saint Barach had better watch his back during the next few months/years. She came close and the taste of blood, once gained, is hard for a vampire to forego.
Elsewhere in the modern world, there was no Triple Crown winner again this year. The horse that should was not the horse that could. Pity, as the “colors” were lovely.
