Day 57- The Conclusion to 56

I emerged from the Haggard Hall computer lab last night, ready to ask the woman working the coffee stand for some hot water for my tea. As I approached the double doors, I stopped dead in my tracks: out in Red Square (yes, within the context of what I'm about to tell you, it's ironic) was a large gathering of people, presumably college students chanting, banging pots and pans, and so on. All of a sudden, my historical background came flooding back to me, and the pieces fell into place as to why I was hesitant to vote for Obama and yet had been unable to articulate.

As I walked outside, while people were chanting "O-bam-a" to the point of ridiculousness, I was scared. As a supporter of neither political candidate and not wanting to pretend that I was a supporter of either of them, I was scared at the happenings. Yes, people were happy. That's fine. But I felt the presence of the "Obama Cult" stronger than I ever had before. To the point that it reminded me of the Stalin cult in late 1920s-50 Soviet Russia. I am not going to draw a parallel between the two events, because the situation is so drastically different that I would be lying to say that they are similar. But what I observed on the campus of Western Washington University on the evening of November 4th, 2008, was the glorification of an individual to the point that he WAS the United States. To the point that the identity of every individual gathered outside was found within that of the man elected to be the next President of the United States. At least that was my perception. But what do I know?; I walk around barefoot when it's 40 degrees outside.

So, I express formally my cynicism, if you hadn't picked up on it already. I would be just as uneasy as with McCain, though it would be because I have an idea of what to expect rather than not having an idea of what to expect.

God is in control. And I have better things to think about, things that I can actually effect. Things like ending male-perpetrated violence against women.