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The Death and Ascension of Calvin C.: (A Conservative Politician's Rise to Grace)

by SM Nona

61 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #06-0347; ISBN 1-4120-8591-8; US$12.50, C$14.37, EUR10.27, £7.19

A religious conservative governor executes an innocent man. A congressman promotes a war, killing thousands. A senator defends human embryos. A lobbyist gets rich. What happens when a politician dies?

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The things we know are often the hardest to speak of or listen to in the din of our preconceptions. Reason and clarity vanish in the dark unease of the known, as much as of the unknown, and so we are driven to myth which we accept as authority. When power claims certainty the people are subject to rule whether or not the certainty is true, and so the lie is a closed circuit encompassing all, in whose matrix there is no reality.

How else could we suffer the vacuous urtication of American politics and its pretense of democracy?

Democracy is at best an experiment - begun cynically at that - which did not draw its shade over mothers and wives and daughters, or slaves and indigenous people and the very poor. The men who beat and abused them could vote, but not they. The men who worked them into the ground, bought and sold them, outlawed their education and denied them worship could vote, but not they.

The privileged and corpulent, the keepers of convention, the wisest and most honorable have sat upon the chair of justice with its phantom limb called Democracy, less mindful of its strengths than of the vulnerabilities of the three-legged throne.

Of the legions of heroes laid across the hallowed Earth who have fought and died, none have died for democracy , but for freedom and humanity and home. Mere democracy is never to be an icon worthy of a human's death. It is too fraught with the vagaries and failures of the human.

In the democracy of the turned thumb, the Roman spectators, drunk with mindless fervor, called in the beasts of execution in the cult of death which lay at the heart of an empire, revealing its essence. Democracy can be easily profaned.

Ask Calvin.

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The author lives and works near his grandchildren who will inherit the world we give them.

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