The Amateur Administration Ponders Some Lightbulb Stealing

in order to try to get out of a bit of debt.

That’ll be just before they plunge us into a Grand Canyon of more debt.

Me: I’m just putting one foot in front of the other and trying to pay off my mortgage. I’m not some Man of the People who can take everybody’s dough and through it in some rathole to the tune of trillions while cruising around in limos and private jets. I’m just trying to keep the fambly housed and fed each month.

I have a feeling we are living in times where this psalm will be valuable to keep in mind:

Psalm 73
A Psalm of Asaph.

Truly God is good to the upright,
to those who are pure in heart.
But as for me, my feet had almost stumbled,
my steps had well nigh slipped.
For I was envious of the arrogant,
when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
For they have no pangs;
their bodies are sound and sleek.
They are not in trouble as other men are;
they are not stricken like other men.
Therefore pride is their necklace;
violence covers them as a garment.
Their eyes swell out with fatness,
their hearts overflow with follies.
They scoff and speak with malice;
loftily they threaten oppression.
They set their mouths against the heavens,
and their tongue struts through the earth.
Therefore the people turn and praise them;
and find no fault in them.
And they say, “How can God know?
Is there knowledge in the Most High?”
Behold, these are the wicked; always at ease,
they increase in riches.
All in vain have I kept my heart clean and
washed my hands in innocence.
For all the day long I have been stricken,
and chastened every morning.
If I had said, “I will speak thus,”
I would have been untrue to the generation of thy children.
But when I thought how to understand this,
it seemed to me a wearisome task,
until I went into the sanctuary of God;
then I perceived their end.
Truly thou dost set them in slippery places;
thou dost make them fall to ruin.
How they are destroyed in a moment,
swept away utterly by terrors!
They are* like a dream when one awakes,
on awaking you despise their phantoms.
When my soul was embittered,
when I was pricked in heart,
I was stupid and ignorant,
I was like a beast toward thee.
Nevertheless I am continually with thee;
thou dost hold my right hand.
Thou dost guide me with thy counsel,
and afterward thou wilt receive me to glory. *
Whom have I in heaven but thee?
And there is nothing upon earth that I desire besides thee.
My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart and my portion for ever.
For lo, those who are far from thee shall perish;
thou dost put an end to those who are false to thee.
But for me it is good to be near God;
I have made the Lord GOD my refuge,
that I may tell of all thy works.

Chesterton argues that a tyranny is a tired democracy. We are a nation that is getting very tired of the eternal vigilance that is the price of liberty. So we have entrusted our future into the hands of an increasingly small number of extremely rich and powerful people whom we dementedly expect to care about us. Good luck with that. When the self-inflicted judgment comes, as surely it will, don’t waste time being mad at the rich, powerful and arrogant doing what it is in their nature to do: Looking out for Numero Uno. Instead, focus on repentance, returning to God, and all that stuff Jesus said to do, but we were too clever to bother with as we engaged in our little tribal excuse-making for our favorite sins that contributed to the catastrophe.