Post Election Blues

It is with a sad heart that I listened to the news this morning. I kept away from the counting, deeming it wise not to subject myself to cardiac distress that minute by minute tallying brings. My daughter, when asked later in the night, who is winning?, gave a Digong-Bongbong response.

I sighed! And thought: where did the ‘never again’ go? Initially, blame game comes to mind: Your fault, silent majority, for keeping quiet when your voice was needed most. Our youth needed the stories and our guidance, and you chose to be mum.

But what’s the use for blame game, everything happens for a reason. So I consoled my fears with the Vox Populi Vox Dei. Perhaps it is God’s will.

Yet my heart cries out “My God, why have you abandoned us!” And yet again. Hu Hu Hu Hu Hu

In trying to make sense of the election result, I thought about the millennials, for theirs comprise the loudest vote. Hmpf, I said, you will get what you asked for. Just you wait and see.

Sour graping, that’s me.

But I went on thinking, these juvenile are the privileged ones. They grew up with Toy Story. Their lives are privileged. All they have to do is to educate themselves and live a wonderful life. What could have gone wrong?

Then I thought, the millennials grew up with the Lion King, too. And Harry Potter. And Hunger Games. Perhaps there is a craving for a Good versus Evil thing. And perhaps, too, these millennials secretly believe they are mutants and can mutate their super powers fit for a political scenario much like George Orwell’s 1984. And yes, Hunger Games.

I am scared about where my thoughts bring me, and I do not wish that for my country.

Tuned in to television news. WOW, Leni Robredo has gained lead in the Vice-Presidency race. I whispered, “God, what are you telling us? Six years of punishment for complacency? But for hope and decency, You give us Leni? Please keep her safe.”

Oh well, something wicked this way comes. I can sense a dark tide threatening the peace and calm we have enjoyed briefly. As in fiction, we must gear up for the battle. It is global in nature, actually. On the other side of the Pacific, evil’s trumping its way, too.

I am no hypocrite, and am not like politicians who swiftly pledge their support for whosoever is in power. I will be sullen for the next few years, for I cannot profess acceptance of someone who does not reflect the principles I hold dear.

I rest my thoughts with a comforting stanza from Longfellow’s Psalm of Life:

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

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