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Now would be a good time to read Elie Wiesel...

For all these many years –years in which I’ve had a political cognizance– there always lurked an off-hand comment:

“Things are fine now, but, someday the recipient class will outnumber the productive class– and there will be no turning back.”

Last night was that “someday”.

It is useless to speculate about the myriad “why’s?”: Romney was too this, Obama too that. Obama had more field offices, Paul Ryan was the wrong pick. Rick Perry would have been better, Sarah Palin would have been better, and on and on, until all the recriminations have passed, all the acrimony and finger-pointing has been exhausted.

Last night was the culmination of a steady, 80-year march by the Mob Left to take things that don’t belong to them, to acquire to themselves wealth they have not earned, and to claim this booty as their own with the righteous patina of fairness and justice. And to live a life of unfettered leisure to which they are not entitled; a life of hedonistic pursuit, of no-holds-barred situational ethics.

It is nothing more complicated than that.

The left wanted secure retirements, without the benefit of frugal living and thrifty investment– so, they dreamed up “Social Security”. They wanted “poverty” eliminated, without the benefit of hard work and intense effort– so, they dreamed up a myriad of programs, from WIC to Bridge Cards, from the WPA to Obamaphones. Then, they wanted “healthcare” paid for, and they dreamed up Medicare, Medicaid, and, finally, ObamaCare,

And now, “someday” –the day of fiscal reckoning, the day when the moochers outnumbered the workers– came to pass.

There is now no turning back. Sorry.

The most powerful, horrifying, moving, 50-some-odd pages you will ever read is a thin little book written by a thin little man. The book is named “Night”, and the man is Elie Wiesel. Mr. Wiesel is a Rumanian-born American Jew (well, actually, Transalvanian-born) who managed, somehow, to survive the Death Camps of Adolf Hitler, and many years into his adulthood, to write about the experience.  That experience is set down in the pages of “Night”. You can read it in one sitting. I urge you to do so.

One of the central narratives of the little book is that “it can happen, someday, but not to us, not now”…

No, the stories we’ve heard about these death camps and Einzatsgruppen pits can’t be true. After all, this is the 1940′s! We are all too modern a society now!” “No, they won’t move us all into Ghettos. It would be too much work!” “They are only shipping us Jews away from our homes to move us away from the war!” “They are only moving us to a work camp so we can help the war effort!” “They are only taking us to Auschwitz for our own protection”.

“God will hear our pleas, and deliver us.”

Sometimes, though, He doesn’t.

At a prayer breakfast here in the United States in the early 1990′s, Mother Teresa of Calcutta put her finger on it:

“What is taking place in America, and for which it is under judgement, is a war against the child. And if we accept that the mother can kill her own child, how can we tell other people, in other nations, not to kill one another?””

America is under Divine Judgment, and God is turning His Face from us. It DOES happen.

And it happened today.

 

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