When was the last time you made a contract with the Devil? Initial
reactions: I don't believe in the Devil! I wouldn't deal with him if he
did exist! I'm not into weird stuff!
I beg to differ. You and I
are forever bargaining in our lives. Gambling on goals that are
important but elusive. Occasionally it's done in public. Football teams
praying in the huddle... congregations praying in church ...families
praying in hospital chapels...kneeling along side our children at night.
And, if you're not into God and Heaven, we find handy substitutes.
Fate, luck, odds, algorithms.
Ever since Goethe penned 'Faustus' a
century ago, Westerners have returned to the narratives from the
ancient Persians and Greeks in which humanity deals with the dark forces
of the cosmos. Forces which go by different names, but always there in
the shadows into which we slip whenever desperate enough.
To be
sure we Moderns -- save the occasional Exorcist -- avoid those primitive
specifics like Devil, Hell, and Soul. And yet, peel off the educated
veneer, and you'll usually find a tragic despair crying out to anyone or
anything that can help.
OK, I can't marshall any empirical
evidence to close the case. However, I do I have this crawly feeling
that both political parties have just signed a contract with whatever
devil fits their current ideology. Asking he/she/it to help them win
this November. What does the contract read...?
Each Party knows
it can deliver virtually nothing it's promising, because neither winner
is likely to have the Congressional and Court majority to deliver. So
the contract reads: "If you will keep this secret from the voters until
November, we will pledge you the soul of our Vice-Presidential nominee
for eternity!"
I mean, what's another Veep or two in Hell....?
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