Americans longing for modesty, Alas! Gone forever from this land. Your lands, too

Rick Santorum, a Republican presidential candidate,, yesterday spoke for all those who yearn for an imagined past when Modesty governed our lives and pornography did not exist.

Santorum's advisors encouraged in him the belief that he as president could halt the Flood of Pornography that washes even over our Heartland.

Santorum spoke fondly of Bushco, whom he imagined had ordered the Flood  of  Pornography to abate, and faulted President Obama for not commanding the tide to recede.

I am reminded of King Canute, wiser than Santorum:

"Let all men know how empty and worthless is the power of kings. For there is none worthy of the name but God, whom heaven, earth and sea obey".

So spoke King Canute the Great. . . seated on his throne on the seashore, waves lapping round his feet. Canute had learned that his flattering courtiers claimed he was "So great, he could command the tides of the sea to go back". Now Canute was not only a religious man, but also a clever politician. He knew his limitations - even if his courtiers did not - so he had his throne carried to the seashore and sat on it as the tide came in, commanding the waves to advance no further. When they didn't, he had made his point that, though the deeds of kings might appear 'great' in the minds of men, they were as nothing in the face of God's power.

 From The Viking Network,  a

" project which aims to. . . combine the teaching of the Viking. . .

 with electronic communications?"

Worth a read.

Santorum speaks for many who devoutly wish for a return of imagined earlier times.  The hope is forlorn, sad, hopeless, and, well, wicked.

Here is one of the 2,010,000 images that google found on the Web, in 0.15 seconds, that could have been viewed by any five-year-old during Bushco's term in office, listed under "BDSM 2002 gay":

Here's a sample of the gentler, more explicit ethos of today (I don't know what's happening in tomorrow's today:  blogs and email are so old fashioned; the new social media is still a mystery to me):

I mourn for those who mourn for the past.   I do too.  I urge you, if you are one of us, to tackle, however painfully,   

 the whole world then,
With more triumphant faith
That ever was since the world was said,
Spins its morning of praise

From Dylan Thomas, Poem on His Birthday 

Growing old, we can rejoice in the World as it is coming into being, even as we weigh it with our wisdom and yearn for a home that never was, nor will be ever.

What are we, Dirt?  that we can't do contradictory things simultaneously?

VOTE OBAMA, YOU.