It is a significant date to me, in the way that the assassinations of the Kennedys and Dr. King are to many.
It was a day when we lost both someone and what that someone represented.
The loss of both effected my health and spirit and continue to do so to this day.
Bowden represented someone who pursued the truth, who loved the truth enough to die for it.
He told the truth about himself, about us, and about policy, but the process to find truth and speak it eventually took it’s toll.
Few listened, fewer cared, and he died nearly indigent.
He was a prophet and he earned the temporal reward of the prophet…scorn and isolation.
I didn’t cite the day because we live in a time when truth is a matter of taste and it matters little whether a thing is truly true, it matters only that the narrative suits us.
We have no Bowden’s, we have paid pundits whose only job is to sing the songs of their people even if the songs are one long, damned, lie.
We listened not to the prophets, but we wait breathlessly for the next dispatch from Q.
We avoid the darkness of our own souls by creating darkness in our imaginations…a nefarious deep state, an international ring of pedophiles that is run by former presidents, warehouses waiting to be filled with true believers.
It will all be ok though, because theres 45,000 sealed indictments waiting for the evil ones.
Just wait and watch the Q…
We cannot and will not see the darkness in ourselves, so we project it on to our fellow citizens.
It’s all a lie.
We ignore the truth of our real problems and create evil fantasies and fantasy heroes to save us.
The other side laughs in derision while forming their own comforting lies about how the world really works.
The name of Christ is invoked by both sides, the ways of Christ are also ignored by both.
We have the leadership we deserve.
The “prophets” too.
I miss Bowden, but I remember that I have a King and someday His kingdom will come.
That’s the truth.
Make your own application…