The Hardening Of The Heart
I managed to stay awake until almost midnight last night, intermittently checking the election returns. When I finally went to sleep at 1145 pm, Biden had 223 electoral votes and President Trump had 166. Still, things looked very hopeful for Mr. Trump.
My wife couldn’t sleep and got up before 400 am to check the election status, so I got up with her. Our reaction was the exact opposite of how we felt four years ago when we awakened to the news that Hilary Clinton was not going to get to grind her boot in our faces for four years.
I had been telling family and friends for months that the Left would rig the election even if President Trump had an enormous voter turnout. But even knowing this in my heart while going in, I have to admit that it’s absolutely staggering to see the corruption, the evil taking place on live television. They simply do not care who sees what they’re doing.
And so now we get to dangle on tenterhooks while Georgia and Pennsylvania and Michigan and Wisconsin and Nevada and North Carolina finish discovering enough Biden ballots in someone’s car in a cornfield in Greenbay and in an abandoned mail truck in Ann Arbor for the unbiased media to declare a stammering puppet the winner. The intentional delays in counting votes are astonishing in their sheer blatant obviousness, but they are understandable. Those counting the votes need time in order to rig the results in such a way that the courts won’t be able to see what they did. I think it’s very clear that some of these states are right now printing up new ballots for people who did not vote, and these ballots will be marked for Biden and then dropped off at post offices so they can be added to the legitimate votes. So the Left has a comfortable nine days to fabricate enough ballots to tip the too-close-to-call states to Biden. The naked corruption is breathtaking. And the passive acceptance of this wicked farce by trusting citizens who ought to know better will be equally breathtaking.
The entire world has watched for months as President Trump has held rallies all over the country, rallies that made rock concerts look like local Kiwanis meetings, and we’ve watched Biden mumble incoherent word salad jibberish to twenty people while pretending to wave to enormous crowds just off camera. And now we’re supposed to believe that Biden is also leading the President in the popular vote? Do you see how arrogant these villains truly are? They know their lies are as transparent as isinglass and they do not care.
Once they’re finished with this little piece of theater, the Left will have a complete lock on the U.S. Presidency, and eventually on the Supreme Court. It is truly no longer our country.
I am sick at heart today, but I cannot — we cannot — afford the luxury of a long season of mourning and self-pity. I’m trying to look for the lesson here, and for the next opportunity.
People who think like me — and yes, those who look like me — are about to receive a heavy dose of hatred from the Left. Once they’re in charge, it’s going to be payback time. Perhaps we should begin praying, “For the vitriol we are about to receive, let us be truly thankful,” because many of us are about to be awakened in a most unpleasant way.
Where to focus now? Well, the fact that the election results are being openly and obviously rigged in broad daylight on national television is what we should keep before us. It is imperative that decent people walk away from this disgusting spectacle realizing fully that (1) the election was stolen, and (2) the ruling class hates decent people and is completely beyond the hope of reform. Decent people who only want to live quiet, virtuous lives are about to find out what it’s like to live as a despised minority. I pray we learn lessons quickly and also that we will ferociously apply those lessons.
This feeling in my chest, this feeling of low-grade nausea and sharp anxiety — this feeling that too many Christians will either deny or will ascribe to a lack of faith or to unconfessed sin — this feeling is that of a heart being hardened.
I did not want it this way. But someone did.
It’s very clear.
~ S.K, Orr
10 Comments
Range Front Fault
Dear SK: Firstly, thank you very much for your writings and your time to do so. Your thoughts allow me to have my brain take a break from all the flying horse poop endlessly wizzing through the air, and my soul gets a little feeding, also. Your writing causes me to form strong pictures in my brain that are mostly inspiring and calming. Rather like taking a walk up the canyon without the walk. Wish your writings would work my cardio then I’d be complete. Which means time for a walk up the canyon today.
Which also indicates I’m back in the saddle again. Yesterday, when I awoke to the world of cluster #, my head felt like I just got off the old 12 hour graveyard shift, and the graveyard blues lasted all day. I couldn’t keep the agitation monster from attacking me. Passed out (and I don’t drink-wish I could) by 9:30 and snoozed a deep 9 hours sleep. Basic Husband sweetly secured the house for night, then quietly reclined next to me to read about the Silk Road history project he is studying, now and then touching my hand. And repeating it’s times like this that bring us closer together to cover each other’s backs and uplift our spirit.
admin
Range Front Fault, that’s the kind of comment that lifts me and carries me through several days. I often feel I’m just talking to myself on this blog — and that’s fine if it’s how things are — but your comment reminded me that others occasionally read something I’ve written and actually feel better as a result. That’s a payoff beyond anything I can describe. So I thank you for it, my friend.
I’m feeling back in the saddle, too. I think it’s a mistake to pretend that life’s woes don’t affect us, but it’s equally wrong to let those things dominate us. As an old preacher once said, “We can’t keep the birds of the air from flying over our heads, but we certainly can keep them from building nests in our hair.”
Sleep and books and spouses and sunsets and family and animals and coffee and biscuits and wool socks and hot showers…these things give us joy. And we can fight to keep that joy within us.
Thank you again, Range Front Fault.
Range Front Fault
I woke up disappointed even though knowing this was rigged all along. We have descended to a third world country. Iraq has more orderly elections than we do, demanding ID and receiving a purple finger to guard against multiple voting. And we can’t even do that. I’m all for purple fingers. Surprised myself still wishing for fluffy bunnies and unicorns. Like watching the death of an old friend.
Good….now done with Wah! and back up in the saddle. “We signed up knowing it was a long fight.”-Z
And the Senate didn’t flip. Maybe it should have. Pragmatism now has taken root in me either way. Deus Vult. So be it. Evil is on the march. Pay attention to identify evil. But not too much, don’t obsess too much or you feed them. Get on with Life! Remind yourself you are His child, think it, feel it and the feeling will bloom up with warmth and contentedness in your chest. Cat on my lap. Sweet! Back on the horse, shields up, with cat contentedness!
admin
That’s a very good point about Iraq, Range Front Fault. It’s sad and remarkable how people in our own country won’t even listen to such logical points, though. And you’re right. We’ve descended to the status and mindset of a Third World country. When they finally hand the keys to Harris and her demented running mate, we’re going to see the acceleration towards true Thirdworldism in a most dramatic way.
Many thanks for the words of encouragement. We all need to encourage each other regularly during these dark and stressful days. We’re living in “interesting times,” as the Chinese curse puts it. I pray that we can move from being horrified to being bemused.
Sean G.
While I wouldn’t encourage you to put your hopes in the process of a system as rotten as ours, I do think the fight is far from over. My favorite thing about Trump might be that he is a happy warrior. When you think he should be a nervous wreck the man smiles and embraces the fight. He exudes superhuman confidence when most people would be looking for the exit. I like that attitude and it’s infectous.
admin
My wife and I were just talking about this very thing, Sean. I was saying to her that Mr. Trump’s saving grace is his combativeness. I just hope he’s still got some fight left in him. His energy level amazes me. Who knows? He may whip someone’s butt yet.
But see, even if he’s declared the winner, it’s going to be “Not my president!” on steroids from the left, and now they’re used to rioting and violence….and getting away with it.
If Biden is declared the winner, it will be clear that this was indeed a stolen election. So then what? No one will do anything. The Left will do what they do. Commit crimes. Showcase their evil and their vulgarity. The decent folk will grumble in their homes at low volumes, but no one will do anything. We are the permissive parents who threaten to take away our brat’s car keys, but we all know the threat is empty, and the brat keeps taking more and more liberties. Until something really bad happens.
The problem is that the godless Left really and truly do believe what they say they believe. Their actions show it. But the decent folk do NOT believe what they say they believe. Their lack of action shows it. And the Left knows the decent folk better than the decent folk know themselves.
Ingemar
Mr. Orr,
I was going to remark on something spiritual, but I too am filled with bitterness. All I can think of is that the all encompassing cabal of wicked people–from NGO apparatchiks to nurses twerking on social media–had better hope they enjoy these comforts while they can; for in due season they shall be judged.
Maybe they can still repent. Unlikely given that the “pope” has assured people that no one goes to hell and has even ratified sins against the sixth and ninth commandments.
Pray and prepare.
admin
Ingemar, thank you so much for your comment. It’s comforting to know that someone else feels bitter and bewildered at the spectacle of evil we’re witnessing. These people couldn’t heap up judgment on themselves any faster if they had a platoon of bulldozers at their disposal. But they don’t believe this. Their entire demeanor screams, “Look at me! I can do what I want, and there will never be consequences!”
Your counsel to pray and prepare is solid. It’s really all we can do for now.
Ingemar
Mr. Orr,
This year, I’ve had to bear the cross of being the only member of the VirusResistance in my family and outing myself as a Trump supporter–even though I believe he will ultimately lead our country into further evils–and part of what I believe will be the future catacomb Church.
I also work for a company that is clearly profiting off the VirusRegime. While I’ve shared my misgivings with my supervisor, she’s under the impression that it has to do with workload–rather than the weight of my conscience.
Just now, my father hung up on me when I explained how I entered a Costco without a mask (by showing a letter exempting people with conditions) and he accused me if lying.
admin
Ingemar, that’s a heavy burden you’re bearing. The tension with your father is quite sad…and unfortunately, I suspect more and more of us are going to be seeing these types of conflicts within our families and circles of friends.
I, too, work for a company that profits from what Bruce Charlton calls The Birdemic. Keeping one’s mouth shut while listening to the low hum of brainwashed white noise can be very stressful.