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THE BODY POLITIC


 

Body politic, in Western political thought, an ancient metaphor by which a state, society, or church and its institutions are conceived of as a biological (usually human) body.

We finally have the green light from the President to initiate the transfer of power, aka a political cleanse, a movement from the chaos of the body politic to the sanity of a post-detox America.

What's next?

The voters have spoken in historic numbers, they want a change, a step back from the excess of the last four years to the governance envisioned by the framers of the constitution.

In 1776 the leaders of the American revolution were fighting and dying for a cause greater than themselves. Those men and women had a taste of self-governance, the small towns and communities they founded were managed by themselves not a distant Monarch intent on geopolitical expansion for economic enhancement.  When that changed, when the King's enablers and enforcers caught up to them they realized they had only one option, revolution.

The United States of America was founded on the principle of self-rule, a messy, inefficient system that delays decision and is weakened by compromise. Our system is frustrating but in the end more representative of the body politic, "we the people". 

History is crowded with dictators from Attila to Hitler to Stalin to Mao to Franco to Erdogan, to Marcos, to Duterte et al. All of these fascists regimes were more efficient than democracy but none of them achieved "Life, Liberty and The Pursuit of Happiness" for the people, as we know it in America.

The election is over, it's time to go back to work as one People Under God, defeat this Pandemic, and rebuild our economy.

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