I am sent today a missive from but one of the half-million political experts at this city, who know virtually nothing of Washington and absolutely nothing at all about the Americans, that Mr Trump’s Presidential campaign is a pipe dream.
All Presidential ambitions are pipe dreams.
Looked at impartially, at birth, nobody has a China man’s chance of being President.
In my lifetime, most Presidents have come from poor, nondescript, social backgrounds.
When they grow up, nobody yet has a China man’s chance of being President except those who run.
That’s why Presidential election is the lesser Kentucky Derby, meaning less important than the real Kentucky Derby run first Saturday every May.
In both horse racing and political racing, everybody is an expert until the gates open–after which frenetic moment, nobody knows the winner.
Until the finish.
For both candidates and fans, you pay your money and buy your ticket and look heavenward to the Racing Gods for luck.
Because it is, in the end, luck that wins it.
The only categorical is that you have to be in the race.
After that, it’s racing luck.
The Presidential candidate who gets elected and the race horse who wins the Derby just happen to be there when the wheel goes round and lands on their number and then one little China man finally gets his garland of roses…to keep for a brief minute..until the next race.
There’s always the next race.
Another pipe dream maybe.
But as we now all clearly see:
All of life is but a pipe dream.
How short the list one could compile of those of whom it can be said that fame and money did not deprave?
- At Washington, capital city of the terminally self-absorbed, mortal man holds to fleeting, feeble and fallible opinion, God immutable fact.
In sunshine and in shadow~~I hold tight to the Republican view of time and money~~I write night and day~~yet~~while impecunious~~I am vastly overpaid~~in that taking pay to do what I love is unfair~~to my employer~~in a fair system~~under such circumstances~~I should pay him~~not he me~~I am far, far too old a man to be sexually confused~~praise Jesus~~but I am yet young enough to be politically confused~~is anyone not~~in an absolute sense~~I am a Catholic Royalist~~in a practical sense~~I am a Classical Liberal~~a Gaullist~~a Bonapartist~~an American Nationalist Republican~~in either sense~~my head is soon for the chopping block~~to hasten my interlude with Madame La Guillotine~~I write without fear~and without favor of~any man.~~Finis Origine Pendet…The escape commences…~~September, 1957~~Saint Jane Frances de Chantal Catholic parochial school, called, by anyone of any background, simply: “Chan~al,” a place where, of an autumn day in 1957, school, for me, began and ended in the first convening of the first grade in which a tiny nun, one Sister Dom Bosco, appeared before me, just behind the window appearing at far left of this photograph, and piped out this: “I may be small, but so then, is the Atom Bomb.”~~My determination to escape school commenced immediately on hearing about this Atom Bomb business and took 16 dicey and arduous years to finally accomplish.~~~~Non SibiThe escape continues…~~September, 1966~~The Cathedral Latin School~~Finis Origine Pendet~~Κύριε ἐλέησον~~
Rejoice and Glad!!
~The Original Angry Bird~~The Catholic University of America Screaming Red Cardinal Mascot~~
~~EX LIBRIS~~~~THEOS EK MĒCHANĒS~~Saturday 24 July, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi, 2015
http://www.linkedin.com/profile/view?id=122865699&trk=hb_tab_pro_top“Jean-Marie Le Pen is a friend. He is dangerous for the political set because he’s the only one who’s sincere. He says out loud what many people think deep down, and what the politicians refrain from saying because they are either too demagogic or too chicken. Le Pen, with all his faults and qualities, is probably the only one who thinks about the interests of France before his own.”~~
French actor~~Alain Delon
CONCEPT OF THE CATHOLIC AND ROYAL ARMY OF AMERICA (CRAA)
THE CATHOLIC UNIVERSITY OF AMERICASeal of The Catholic University of America
Deus Lux Mea Est
Acta Est Fabula
The escape concludes…
The Catholic University Of America, Washington, District of Columbia.
1976, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi.
Acta Est Fabula.