This post is about hope, but it needs the context of the upcoming (rigged) election.
Elections give people the illusion of control.
For most of the post-WWII era, the parties made sure that only approved candidates made it to the general election. So, November elections were typically between two candidates acceptable to the Deep State. The popular name for this was “lesser of two evils.”
That system ruptured in 2016. An unacceptable candidate broke through the barricades and became president.
And the Deep State will never let that happen again.
You’re seeing this battle between the rule of law and the rule of jungle play out before your eyes. With dozens of unapproved, unacceptable candidates winning primary after primary, the Deep State cannot allow the November election to be “fair.” They will not allow voters to have a choice between their approved candidate and an outsider.
Here’s how you can tell the November election will be decided in Foggy Bottoms or McLean, Virginia:
They’re manufacturing “polls” showing Democrats have surged to the lead in generic Congressional ballots
They’re ginning up jobs reports (poorly) in which the numbers simply don’t add up. (They know only a few dozen people in the whole world actually do the math.)
They raided Trump’s home to plant, in the public’s mind, an explanation for an upset win by the Democrats. (WaPo today pre-bunked accusations of election fraud by proclaiming without evidence that the Raid on Mar a Lago has soured voters on Republicans and energized independents to vote Democrat)
They’re touting the “Inflation Reduction Act,” which will increase inflation while arming 87,000 Antifa thugs with IRS badges and M4s, as the greatest achievement by any president since Johnson’s Great Society package.
In short, they’re preparing to steal the election by planting in advance a plausible story to explain what would seem to be the impossible. It’s the DARPA playbook.
Many of you have criticized me for discouraging voters. You may be right. But I don’t have big enough of a platform to change the outcomes of 500 races. I can barely effect one.
But after lying to people about both Mitt Romney’s chances and Mitt Romney’s qualities in 2012, I swore I’d never lie again about what I saw coming. I’ve been wrong, and I’ve been right. (I more than tripled my money on Predictit in 2016 and broke even in 2020.) I don’t pay attention to the numbers in polls because the numbers are fake 100% of the time, but I do pay attention to the future story the polls might serve. The narrative that surrounds the poll is far more telling than the content of the poll, just as the narratives around Inflation Reduction Act and last week’s jobs report are more important than reports themselves. Almost no one looks at polls or reports, but almost everyone hears the narratives.
If you’re wondering how Republican Senator Marco Rubio could be down 4 points to his Democrat challenger while the same sample of voters puts Governor Ron DeSantis miles ahead of his opponent, now you know. They don’t steal every race. They steal the races they need. And, in 2022, they need a Senator more than they need a governor. Besides, if Dems keep the House and Senate, DeSantis will never be a threat to them again. There will never be another real election in America’s future.
None of this, though, absolves us from our duty to keep fighting. As Chesterton brilliantly observed:
“Hope means hoping when things are hopeless, or it is no virtue at all... As long as matters are really hopeful, hope is mere flattery or platitude; it is only when everything is hopeless that hope begins to be a strength.”
What I’m telling—what I’ve been telling you for four years, now—is that our situation is hopeless. Therefore, now is when hope matters. Hope in the promises of Christ crucified and Christ resurrected. Hope in the prayers of the martyrs and saints, in the assistance of angels, in the power of prayer. Hope in the words of the Evangelist who promised:
And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.
The temptation the world dangles before us today is despair. But dangling even closer is the lifeline from heaven. Grab the latter, and you will be able to ignore the former.
I don’t have a plan or a roadmap to get out of the mess we’re in. If I did, as Chesterton said, it would be mere platitude or flattery. For the first time in my life, all I have left is hope. Hope is not lost—all else is.
When God wanted Jonah to be his prophet, he took away from Jonah everything but God. Jonah ultimately reached for that lifeline and became a great saint of the Old Testament. He converted Ninevah, a terrorist tribe.
We’re in the belly of the great fish whether we realize it or not. Don’t believe we’re one election away from restoring the America we grew up in—or even slowing the descent into the abyss. Even if Republicans take the House and Senate, the descent will not stop. Politics is downstream of culture, and the American culture is lazy and rotten. Look at this excerpt from The Chris Hedges Report of August 14:
Civilizations die in familiar patterns. . . . They spawn parasitic elites who plunder and loot the institutions and systems that make a complex society possible. They engage in futile and self-defeating wars. And then the rot sets in. The great urban centers die first, falling into irreversible decay. Central authority unravels. Artistic expression and intellectual inquiry are replaced by a new dark age, the triumph of tawdry spectacle and the celebration of crowd-pleasing imbecility.
Hedges points to St. Louis, the 8th largest city in the US in the 1950s. St. Louis is down to less than 300,000 inhabitants today. Smart people avoid entering the city which has been ranked one of the most dangerous in the US for decades. And St. Louis is not anomaly but a canary in a coal mine. Los Angeles, San Francisco, Chicago, Dallas, and New York are in rapid decline and could make St. Louis’s fall look like a success story.
Meanwhile, the US military is missing recruitment and retention goals by historical margins, which could trigger the next Congress to reinstate the draft.
A Minnesota school district announced that no person of color will be laid off until all whites have been fired.
The DOJ released a secret, internal warning that anyone who uses the terms “government overreach” or “election fraud” is a probable Domestic Violent Extremist. (Maybe they’ll send the IRS to kill us.)
Thus, on both micro and macro scales, America is in steep decline. All is lost but hope. Hope is not wishful thinking, but the invisible force that allows us to march through hell and out the other side. Hope is what led Jonah out of the fish’s belly and Joan of Arc to relieve the siege of Orleans. Hope stormed the beaches of Normandy and traced the words on a piece of parchment, “We hold these truths to be self-evident . . .”
All those situations were hopeless. No reasonable person standing on the other side of history would have bet on the eventual victors. Hope prevails when reason fails. And reason, of all things, has failed 21st century America.
So, rejoice, my friends, that God found our generation deserving of the hope that comes only to the hopeless. Whether we live 100 years or die tomorrow, as long as we hold onto that celestial lifeline of hope, we will experience the victory of the cross with Christ. For those who hope when all is hopeless will surely hear the words we live for: “Well done, good and faithful servant.”
This article struck a nerve. It’s been hard to reconcile all the tossing and turning of the waves that arrive daily on the shore of my life. Impossible to read the tea leaves of my circumstances. Some high points to be sure, but a constant slow erosion of what I could reasonably expect out of my life has been the underlying theme I’ve detected for over a decade now.
But what I’ve been trying to do and will continue, no matter how hard or difficult or just idiotic it may feel to me, is to hold tight to the hope that Christ so freely gives. There is nothing else to stand on or cling to but the solid rock of His atoning work and eternal promises. All other ground is sinking sand.
I also hold hope for the lives of my grown children and my many little grandchildren, that there will be a future for them, one that while it may be difficult and hard, they can at least be free to do their best. And there’s even a tiny sliver down deep inside me that still holds out hope and prays for a miracle to stop the tides of madness devouring most of us whole. I don’t expect it….but God has done surprising things before. And I was reminded of the story of Elijah this week by a great post I just happened to stumble across in a comment on a substack I was reading.
Thank you for writing this. It was painful, but also fortifying, if that makes sense.
Thank you for the uplifting reminder of hope.