Posted by
Buster Foghorn on Thursday, November 13, 2008 2:28:40 PM
Journeying from “Shrub” to Oak, Creed Merging with Duty—Farewell, Godspeed
It was only a brief sojourn, but you were facing social decline (oral sex is not sex), decay (lying and perjury), and degeneration (perpetual war rooms, character attacks, and confidence in the integrity of government). Entropy. So then, when you began: how were you to make a new beginning? How were you to change the tone? How were you to reverse the order—breathing in life, beginning anew?
And so you began, with ruddy cheeks—with optimism, hope, and a clear vision. But, to too many, you are the “Shrub.” The journey is longer. The trail is more difficult than expected. Only the path is clear: creed leads and shapes the end.
And yet, if turned once too often, that turned cheek turns purple, battered, and bloody; and as you keep turning, you travel from bloody, to lonely, to isolated. Perhaps it requires turning too often, but resetting the center means finding the mean, like finding the 50-yard line after going from end zone to end zone. Despite the blows and the ridicule, resetting the chains, marking a new center, and recapturing civitas(civility, respect for the rights of others, and spontaneous willingness to obey the law): requires more. And so, in repairing the damage and cauterizing the wound you are turning, perhaps to often, from another unfair and unanswered attack. The trail is difficult. The journey is long.
How else will you change the tone? How else will you restore the model? Continue by taking the bloody blows, following your creed when duty is clear, setting the new course, resetting the center of discourse. The entropy is advanced and the need for a new centering of tone and discourse means losing support, losing friends, losing—in the near term, but not in the end.
And then
with faithfulness and perseverance you will prevail, prevail in resetting the center, a resetting leading… eventually… to rebirth for your country, and to appreciation and thanks, a respect only given after awhile, after an awareness of largeness and generosity of soul—recognition that here was an oak, a singular and protective oak. Zoom in, zoom out, near and far; turning, turning round, time passes and the despised S
hrub re-sets the chains, changes the game, provides a model, a model for others from beginning to end, a model of one willingly taking the blows, breathing in life, proving the “
Shrub” is really an extraordinary oak.
When past cannot be prologue,
when restoring honor and civitas,
is duty,
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Sacrifice, despite the
rudeness and abuse,
accept it, especially
because of the abuse.
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