People fall in love everyday. Some fall so hard they get goofy. Some fall harder still, worshiping the object of their affection.
When the worship begins, control over the relationship shifts. The one being worshiped is in the driver's seat.
We're amused when our friends or associates fall this way. We remember back to a time when we experienced some of those feelings and remember how good we felt. There was joy and excitement. There was longing, yet fear of loss. There was an insecurity that the entire affair would end as love affairs often do. If love ended we were lost for a time, inconsolable.
And if we're willing to admit it, for a time we were irrational and there was nobody who could make us think objectively. We were done at that point; stick a fork in us. Some of us awoke from our love-drugged stupor, staring at the person snoring in the bed next to us and thought, oops. You know who you are!
If one of our children or good friends fall into one of these worshipful love affairs, we are understandably alarmed. We know that under this influence they could make incredibly bad decisions, some life altering. After making bad choices under the influence of irrational, worshipful love they could find them on the business end of a shotgun, or, laying in a doctor's office with clinic staff telling them that everything was going to be alright, when in fact it is never, ever going to be alright again.
Bad decisions made under the influence of a worshipful love can cause simple misery, or even loss of property. Sure it could all work out – but irrational love is a dangerous gamble.
Bringing love-worship to the presidency is an unnecessary risk. Applying the same high emotions to a thing, in this case the federal government, amounts to idol worship.
For these reasons, I am finally canceling my subscription to the Washington Post.
I had been maintaining it, simply to keep an eye on what the “other side” is thinking, planning, doing. But lately all they are doing is worshiping “Blessed Leader.” Their coverage of the coming inauguration is more hysterical drama than you could find at a dozen teenage weddings. Apparently to The Post, Obama's rise is bigger than landing on the moon, Princess Diana's death, and the finale of American Idol, all rolled into one.
The difference between how they treated Bush at the start of his administration, verses how they are treating the “Anointed One” is both stark and embarrassing. Where is their shame?
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