nothing is written

Even down to the presence of death and grief in the campaign’s final hours, this election stayed close to the script that started out in the brilliant mind of Aaron Sorkin. The coming days will more than likely see the two plots continue to twin, with a high-ranking Republican being announced for Secretary of State.

But the closest link in my mind comes from the mouth of Bartlett, not Santos.

What’s next?

What’s next for America? Will you navigate the chaos of two wars, a recession and a freshly-legitimised minority now finally finding a voice? If we can guess anything, sorely it is that the past two years that have bruised Obama are nothing compared to what follows.

What’s next for the rest of us who – noses smearing the screen – have hoped that you Americans would take such a giant leap forward as this? Will we get over ourselves and allow you out of the box? Will we allow you to become something other than the cliche of hefty buttocks and narrowed perception? Will we let you lead?

Lead? Isn’t the era of the American Superpower over? No way. There’s a reason that we’ve all been captivated by the election, and that’s because – however begrudgingly – we in the rest of the world still look upon the US as the best candidate for superpower number one. Four more years of a Republican White House might have brought that to an end, but maybe, just maybe, there’s life in the old dog yet.

I was talking with a friend today about how the split Christian vote was a sign of real health. When either party secures the God Vote it surely can’t be good. Perhaps Christians disagreeing with each other isn’t so bad after all.