Almost the last week of July and finally an end to the endless torrential rain. Today a beautiful day, almost a June day with temperature in the high sixties and blue sky and bright sun. Camera Girl’s vegetable garden looks like all the life was washed right out of the plants by the flux of water dissolving the nutrients out of the soil. The leaves of the squash plants are pale and yellowish. I’ve told her I’ll try to save them with some fertilizer later today. But all in all, the fields look good. The grass is very green for the end of July and the monarch butterflies and their caterpillars have begun appearing on the milkweed. In actuality the butterflies must have been there a while ago without being seen because the caterpillars are almost full grown.
I guess today I’m feeling less pessimistic than usual. After all, there are still something like one hundred million Americans out there who still believe lot of the things I believe in. And even if we’re outnumbered and dispossessed of our rights and persecuted by the bugmen we’re still here. And now that we’ve recognized our status as the enemy of the woke we have a natural tendency to band together for protection, to accomplish goals and for fellowship.
We can seek each other out and make common cause with others of our kind whenever we need to diverge from what the official policy would force us to do. And that goes for cultural activities too. They’ve destroyed all the fraternal organizations and now they’ve even destroyed the children’s activities like the Boy Scouts but they can’t do much about a fishing trip or a baseball game.
But we’re going to need to figure out how to recognize each other. Secret handshakes and lapel pins probably won’t cut it. John Locke said, “I have always thought the actions of men the best interpreters of their thoughts.” So maybe our actions will have to be the signs that announce our principles. I’ve been thinking for a while that maybe the churches we attend will be part of this sorting process. Recently I’ve read that one or two of the denominations are splitting apart based on whether or not the local congregation adheres to biblical teachings about homosexuality and ordaining women. This splitting up of churches into orthodox and deviant congregations sounds like a very good idea. Freedom of religion is a very difficult right to subvert even in the new America and can be a valuable force in allowing normal people to retain many healthy social practices. I’ve sometimes thought that being a clergyman might be my fate. Who knows, one day “Saint photog the Venerable” could end up on a stained-glass window as the patron saint of blue check twits. At least it’s possible. I wonder if Elon Musk has an on-line ordination that includes a pay-pal button for Sunday donations? I’ll suggest it to him. He needs the cash too.
But yes. I’m a lot more optimistic today that life in the American archipelago isn’t as bleak as I sometimes feel. Sure, the Deep State is in charge and the Uni-Party is as corrupt and evil as anything Stalin perpetrated. But there’s a lot of good people around still. Just by our presence we prevent that much more bad from infiltrating into the space around us.
So let’s say today I feel like the glass is 0.0001% full instead of 99.9999% empty. For today, that’s good enough.
