Paul Coles, Youthworkerish type guy. Present location: Targu Mures, Romania. Married to an amazing girl named Fiona. I'm on a JOURNEY and have no idea where I'll end up other than in the hands of God.

Monday, November 22, 2004

Prophesy?

“When a candidate faces the votes he does not face men of sense; he faces a mob of men whose chief distinguishing mark is the fact that they are incapable of weighing ideas – men whose whole thinking is done in terms of emotion, and whose dominant emotion is dread of what they cannot understand. The odds are on the man who is the most devious and the most mediocre; the man who can most apply disperse the notion that his mind is a virtual vacuum. As democracy is perfected, the presidency represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some glorious day the plain folks of our land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.”

H.L. Mencken, writing in 1920

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