It is Monday November 3, one day before the election and it feels like moments before a controlled demolition …

… if you get my drift.

The pundits and pollsters have been talking and early voters have cast their votes, but it is nothing compared to what is about to happen to us.

“Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.” (W.B. Yeats)

I do not have a crystal ball, but I have this.

Barack Obama, John McCain. John McCain, Barack Obama. It is not the beginning or end of the world, but it sure feels like it. Barack Obama represents symbolic, if not substantive change: a break with the past that is as exhilarating as it it terrifying. There is hope …. and fear and fear that is mixed with hope. What will carry the day when one is standing alone in that isolated booth?

The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
(*W.B. Yeats, The Second Coming)

I do not have a crystal ball. But I have this.

Play it again Sam.

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