
Democracy rules! (Okay, actually it governs, but that doesn’t excite anyone.)
But the way democracy works is completely unnatural. Sure, it seems like a perfectly normal system, but you probably grew up with it.

Voting can only take place when a nation reaches a advanced form of civilization. And it’s only within our advanced civilization that we can control our “natural” inclinations. As a wise person said, “Human nature... is what we are put on this earth to rise above.”

To illustrate what a freak democracy is, here is an absolutely true and apocryphal story from the 1840s:One winter’s day in South Carolina, a woman named Abigail was arguing with three plantation owners about slavery. No matter what she said, Abigail could not get the three men to agree that slavery was morally wrong.

“We do,” said the first plantation owner, “but slaves are not people.”
Driven to desperation by this stupidity, Abigail cried out, “Lord, please give us a sign to prove that I am right!” And to her amazement, there was a distant rumble of thunder.

“Oh Lord,” cried Abigail, “can you provide a further sign that slavery is wrong?”
A fork of lightning snaked down, flashing in the darkening sky and hitting a tree.
“These are actions of nature, not signs from God,” said the third man.
Abigail looked pleadingly upward and raised her arms to the sky. And to the awe of all, a deep voice boomed from the heavens. “She is right. Slavery is deeply wrong.”
Astounded, Abigail turned her triumphant gaze to her cowed adversaries. “What do you have to say to that?” she demanded.



“Madam, that’s not enough,” he answered. “I need a majority.”
SIDELIGHT: As you can see above, the sole of Adlai Stevenson's shoe was once photographed, and the fact that it had a hole in it set off a mild uproar.

Last thing: Any sources I've used that aren't directly referenced above can be found here.
Lastest thing: If you think I'm giving myself a pep talk in case the presidential election doesn't go the way I hope it does, you're right.
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