Etherhuffer's Synaptic Chasm

On a Stack of Bibles?

I did something unusual for me on Saturday. I caucused for the Democratic Party. I am not one to tread lightly in Demo-Land. This is the land of the right brained, the national cistern of illogic thinking. Yet somehow the human nature of the Dems always brings em home. But damn, irrational Democrats look exactly like evangelical Republicans to me. There is really not much difference. Irrational thinking in the name of reason falls as flat on its face as evangenical thinking does. In the words of E. O. Wilson, "Men would rather believe than know." I have no time for evangelical Christians nor irrational secularists. Both are intellectual cripples, limping down their self paved paths to self created perfidy. May Allah help them both.

So what does a rational man swear up when elected POTUS? A Bible. Not a Koran. Not a copy of Emmanuel Kant's 'Critique of Pure Reason.'  Not on anything by Descarte for that matter. Nor Buddha. He indeed swears upon one of the biggest pieces of medievel fiction ever written: The King James Bible. Well hey, at least its not the Book of Mormon. Whatever.

So what to do? How can the secular man find something to swear upon, other than his mother-in-law's grave or negative balance checking account? What has some form of moral authority that no man would be tempted(notice Hillary is not a man)to cross? I had to muse upon this for a long time until it finally hit me: Abe Lincoln's hat.

Yes, Lincoln's top hat that he wore to Ford's Theatre. That hat that made the tall man taller, more iconic. A hat that is a national treasure imbued with meaning beyond a bible to most Americans. A hat that is a symbol of freedom due to the man that wore it. An American secular crown if you will.

I voted for Mr. Obama on Saturday and also became his delegate. Should be become president some day, he should consider Mr. Lincoln's hat. An oath upon this old secular chapeau would carry much more weight than any tired religious tome one can imagine.

A Lowering Sky

They were driven down, driven by a lowering sky filled with grey rain and chilled to a crystalline fog by northern winds that gave chillblains to every living thing. Driven down to fencelines along the interstate they dropped and sat ruffled in their stern vigilance, judges and jury of the modern rushing by before them, the modern killing the ancients unawares while shouting out praises of their purity and nobility. It was the noble savages yet again. The screeching of the harriers was song, but no one heard it.