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As I’ve said many times, when Donald Trump defeated Hillary Clinton in 2016, I stopped making any more political predictions. I would have bet every penny of my modest net worth that the Queen of the Swamp would be rewarded for her years of loyal criminal service. A lifetime achievement if ever there was one.

This photo reveals a smiling Melania Trump. We’ve been told that she is unhappy with her energetic but elderly husband. Persistent rumors of divorce. Maybe she misses being First Lady, even with all the unfairly negative press. Barron Trump is shown towering over his 6 foot 3 inch father. He is almost certainly taller than his last reported height of 6 foot 7. Maybe he can play in the NBA. If LeBron James can force the league to play his eminently unqualified son, why not Trump? Barron’s a lot taller than Bronny James, and may well be a better basketball player. But he is White. Trump is possibly the first U.S. president who actually looks better eight years after he first took office. The office is known to rapidly age its occupants. But not Trumpenstein. He’s lost weight, and still has that orange glow. His hair has changed in some indeterminate way, but seems to look a little more natural. He looks fit for the job.

I expected a close race. Nip and tuck. Down to the wire. Fantastic finish. And lots of controversy. I thought that, regardless of what happened, millions of Americans would be outraged and distrust the results. There were many early indications that 2024 would just as openly rigged as 2020 was. I saw lots of videos of citizens reporting on the shenanigans they’d witnessed. One guy said they made him vote from his car, brought the machine out to him, and pushed the buttons for him. Democracy in action. There were inexplicable power outages, including at least one scheduled power outage. At a polling place. On Election Day. As always, the marvelous electronic voting machines were breaking down. The clowns in charge of the polling places somehow ran out of basic supplies. One judge-never identified, and certain never to be reprimanded- didn’t show up as scheduled to one polling place, and because of this untold numbers of people were forced to wait hours before rocking the vote.

With all the hints from the likes of The New York Times, which informed us that taking days or even weeks to count the votes was not an indication of fraud, I expected it to be days before we found out which candidate had been installed. I waited for the counting to stop, as it did in 2020, for no logical reason. As a certified oldster, I’ve been around for a lot of elections. Except for 2000, where the delay involved a dispute in one Florida county, Americans have always known who the next president will be either late on election night, or by the next morning at worst. So they really fooled me. Trump dominated the vote almost everywhere. Even where he lost, his totals were higher than they were in 2020 (and 2016). And he even won the popular vote, the first Republican to do so since 1988. I didn’t think it was possible for any Republican to win the popular vote in the diverse and crumbling America 2.0.

So I prepared for some must see TV. I figured that there would be lots of screaming, weeping and gnashing of teeth. Perhaps an on-air suicide or homicide. Rachel Maddow? Joy Reid? The lovely ladies on The View? There had to be a lot of entertainment there. But instead, the response was shockingly muted. I think the breadth of Trump’s genuine landslide just knocked the wind out of them. They all appeared to be in shock, as if they’d received definitive proof that they would one day be judged by the Almighty they don’t believe in. I didn’t want somber. I wanted insane outrage. Pussy hat/transgender level madness. But I just haven’t seen it. Sunny Hostin tried her best, attributing the results to White America, and now Black and Hispanic men, not wanting a Woman of Color to lead them. But it wasn’t convincing. Her heart wasn’t in it. She’s played the race card louder and more irrationally many times before.

On Tik Tok, things were far more entertaining. A prevailing theme from young deranged White women was that Trump’s victory somehow triggered a general sex strike. No copulation for you! A few bitterly claimed that if men thought this meant that they would now want to get married and have babies, they were sorely mistaken. We’ll show you, Trump! Just try to make us have children! I’m sure this sex strike doesn’t apply to all the other invented “genders.” Just “transition” and you can have some kind of sex. With someone. It just won’t result in any pregnancy. Somehow, I don’t see all this resulting in a new day for Incels. I think you’ll be seeing more and more young men “going their own way.” Too many young women have lost their minds. Even if they’re not overweight, tattooed, or green haired, they can be dangerous. Remember, tigers are beautiful creatures. Just don’t sleep with them.

Since all the indications were there that the same chicanery we saw in 2020 was being planned again, only for Trump instead to win a resounding victory, what does this mean? Did Lara Trump really make that big a difference? Republicans claimed that a lot of money was spent on preventing the same kinds of fraud which took place in 2020. I’m never one to accept pat, mainstream explanations, but perhaps there is something to that. Alex Jones claimed that they stopped potential fraud in many places. This assumes, of course, that the elite wanted to stop Trump. And failed. If the elite failed, this was the first time in history that they have. Trump still goes on trial again very soon. Or sentencing. Or something. I just don’t pay much attention to the ridiculous lawfare against him. So it’s still possible that my facetious prediction about him serving as president from Ryker’s Island could come true. Live from Cell Block D!

However you look at it, the math on the number of votes just doesn’t add up. They had us going early on, when counties in Michigan and Pennsylvania featured more votes cast than registered voters. This particular mathematical impossibility was first born during the wonderful Obama years. We are told that both Harris and Trump received fewer votes than Biden and Trump did in 2020. So you had a “record” turnout, but fewer voters. Common Core math. Population increase. Untold numbers of illegals voting. And yet the number of votes went down. It’s a “democracy” thing, you wouldn’t understand. As a mere community college dropout, it’s all beyond my pay grade. I’ll leave it to the “experts” and “fact checkers” to explain. Not that they ever will. Just click your heels three times and display your “I Voted” sticker.

There have been a few reluctant admissions from some on the Left that perhaps pushing the “Woke” envelope so hard wasn’t such a brilliant political strategy. No matter how many vapid celebrities endorse it, you’re never going to get millions of Americans to accept the LGBTQ+ agenda. They know men can’t have babies, and that biological women should have babies. Propaganda otherwise is contrary to human nature. So the millions of unhappy “Woke” fanatics, stricken with severe TDS, are bound to become even unhappier. More committed to “reproductive rights,” which essentially means the right to abortion as birth control. This is the most important issue to unknown numbers of women who are too old to have another chance at abortion. This issue may finish off sexual relations between young male and female cisgenders, if the response from Tik Tok is any indication. At least for Whites.

When Trump was shot at in Butler, Pennsylvania, if was shot at, and then allegedly the victim of yet another aborted assassination attempt, it looked as if perhaps they were setting the stage for Trumpenstein Part 2. But then they threw us a curve ball, by having him supposedly fall in their unreliable polls. The iconic Iwo Jima photo didn’t increase his support? The media droned on incessantly about how his campaign was in disarray. He was supposedly entering the Biden dementia zone. He talked about Arnold Palmer’s penis for no discernable reason. And then, in a video clip taken out of context, appeared to simulate oral sex onstage. He was actually complaining about his microphone, if you haven’t seen the uncut video. Still a ridiculous gesture, and probably meant as a jab at Countess Cackula’s rise from obscurity. And Harris, of course, was undeniably one of the worst political candidates of all time.

So what are we to think of all this? This totally unanticipated Trump landslide? Did he really make so much progress in attracting Black male and Hispanic male voters? Sure, some of them might have related to his famous mug shot, but was it the sanitation worker outfit that put him over? However you look at Trump, that was a brilliant political move. Joe Biden calls his supporters “garbage,” and Trumpenstein rides in a trash truck, and then wears their uniform on stage at a rally. I’m sure that alone caused at least some sanitation workers to vote for him. Back in the day, when I was a lowly Senior Material Handler at a hospital, I might have considered voting for a candidate that donned the blue uniform of the Material Handling department. And say what you want, but Trump displayed extraordinary energy and stamina for a 78 year old. By contrast, Countess Cackula was listless and comparatively inactive.

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Mark lives in modest accommodations. He has a modest job. In his spare time he prepares for his next studio album. He is an accomplished musician.

The building he lives in is on an alley. It is the only building with its front entrance on that alley. Mark cares for the alley as he cares for his own space.

Mark lives in a rough part of downtown San Francisco, in the worst of the worst neighborhoods one could want to exist in. But his humble home, the adjacent alley, and a little bit of the space around is notably watched over by a grown man with a sense of responsibility over the territory in which he lives.

Mark’s presence can be felt. The presence of a responsible man can be felt. There is little that can replace that willingness of a person to just be responsible, even responsible for that which he did not cause.

In the month or two before a public announcement was made by the White House — as it slowly became known in political circles that Kamala Harris would likely be at the top of the Democrat ticket — more effort began to go into making sure San Francisco looked like it was on the mend.

The considerable homeless problem, crime problem, and drug problem that has been allowed to take place in the open, directly in front of police officers suddenly started to be dealt with. The shift could be felt. Until approximately November 15, 2024, until a week or two after the November 5 election, I expect that there will be a mighty continuation of that shift.

In the run-up to the last election in 2022, there was a small shift. This one is more noticeable. During the November 2023 visit of Chinese President Xi Jinping, there was a major and sudden shift — all the homeless were cleared out of the downtown area, making the city look as if it were a model example of what a city should look like.

Within a few weeks following the departure of Xi Jinping, the city looked just as rough and tumble as it normally had over the past decade.

It was all for show.

This current show is partly meant to make sure that no one can look at Kamala, the top cop from San Francisco and California, and say “Look at San Francisco, this is where her broke policies lead.” Well, the truth is, this is where their broke policies lead.

In 2000, a corrupt Texas politician and his team were allowed into the White House. He brought his garbage ideas with him. Sure he spoke a good conservative and Christian game, but he gave America two plus decades of forever wars. The most awful terrorist attack on American soil took place on his watch, and that attack has to date never been properly investigated or explained. He was neither conservative nor did he govern by the Bible. He ushered in a police state unlike anything Americans have known since the internecine conflicts of the 1860s, only so much more total in scope. In 2008, a corrupt Chicago politician entered the White House. He ushered in all-out warfare on the American people in a way that has never existed. In late 2019, he and many others were so bold as to orchestrate a coup on the elected president, that resulted in the elected president’s ouster from office. The 2020 election was stolen and much of the establishment apparatus of all political stripes cooperated or remained silent in the face of that stolen election and coup. They ushered in a puppet regime, which proved a near-immediate failure to the American people. In all but the most gentle of ways, the establishment apparatus of all parties remained silent. Many remained silent, even those who were not part of the establishment. In their immediate circles of influence, no matter how large or how humble those circles were, many Americans said nothing.

We each have circles of influence — big and small.

It has been a pretty special two decades to be alive. It has been a pretty special two decades to watch. Many who know what is happening in their midst only watch. They do not do. They only watch. Shame on you. Who exactly did you think would pull your home, your family, your community, and ultimately your nation out of this mess if not you? You already know you are the most politically and socially aware person of many hundreds or even thousands around you. You already know you see things that many others miss.

Do we not already know that to whom much is given, much is expected?

Stop sitting around and asking yourself “Why don’t the others get it?” The others just don’t get it. Accept that. Move on. Quit spinning your wheels on such a nonsensical question as “Why?”

Move beyond that.

“Why?” truly can be the most self-debilitating question that exists. There are circumstances in which “Why?” is appropriate and there are circumstances in which “Why?” is one of your greatest enemies. The latter is more common.

Just like any tool, the question “Why?” can be used for its proper purposes, or it can be abused. To use the beautiful gift of “Why?” as a stumbling block that leaves you stultified for some two decades, is, dare I say, a terrible abuse of the English language. It is also terrible self-abuse. And it is abrogation of duty.

Were these not such desperate times, I might not be troubled by your abrogation of duty.

But, my friend, these are desperate times, and though we may never have talked before, I know you all too well. You are part of “the silent majority.” You are part of the do-nothing group who sees much. You are one of the mockers who laugh at the stupidity of a home, a family, a community, even a nation who he was called to lead.

Yet, I know exactly what your daily schedule looks like: 16-18 hours of self-abuse and abrogation of duty followed by some sleep, repeated every day for some decades.

You are one who possesses discernment in an era in which so many are blind and in which so many lead everything astray. Why do they lead everything astray? Because they are blind. Can the blind not walk? Yes, they can if they know the way. All they need is someone to show them.

Who would that person be? Who is the one who could show the blind the way?

It is the one who spends 16-18 hours a day on self-abuse and abrogation of duty, followed by some sleep, too busy, too disinterested in developing his voice, too disinterested in making his voice matter, and too disinterested in showing them the way.

Shame on you.

Shame on you for the ways that you have let your home, your family, your community, even your nation get to where it is today.

Shame on you.

Have you really done all you can?

That is a question between you and your Maker. It is not a question between you and me.

Have you done all that you can?

If you have not done all that you can, perhaps some repentance is in order this very day.  Repentance is the act of turning away from a bad way you have travelled, and turning onto a right path. That sincere acknowledgment, that turning away from ways that you have missed the mark, that sincere acknowledgment can echo through one’s life and can produce much good fruit.

Mark, who lives in the very worst, most abject community west of the Mississippi River, tends his alley. He does not own it. He does not get paid for it. No one will ever thank him for his efforts. In fact, people are more likely to get after him for trying than they are to thank him.

The latest orders of Governor Gavin Newsom and Congresswoman Nancy Pelosi and other political insiders are to superficially clean the streets of San Francisco for the next few months until the November election is settled in favor of the hometown girl, who will then bring the unlimited budget of the Federal Reserve Bank into the coffers of the most connected in San Francisco.

Well, that is happening, and Mark’s alley is one of the places where the displaced homeless and drug addicts are being pushed to. What does Mark do in response? He pushes back. Every single day and in every single way, he wants his little alley, his little corner of the world in which he lives, his little building, his humble accommodations to be just right. He pays attention. He helps. He knows what is going on around him. He knows who is coming and going. He wants his few blocks of community to be watched over.

Do you know why?

Because Mark has a sense of responsibility. That means taking on extra work for things you did not do. That means taking on extra burden for things that you did not do. That means taking on extra accountability for things that you did not do.

The wrong-doing of others, wrong-doing that they will not fix, for all intents and purposes becomes your wrongdoing, so that you can fix it. You become the fixer of that which you did not break. You take responsibility. Things will not remain broken on your watch. Every time there is graffiti, it will get immediately covered up. If you know you are in that kind of neighborhood you always have the paint ready. Every time the new homeless encampment shows up in your alley, you go and ask them to move, and if they do not, you are on the phone with every police officer you know until something is done. If you live in that kind of place, you have the business cards of lots of police officers ready for a moment like that. You vow to take responsibility, and you vow to be as ready as you can, always willing to grow and to do the uncomfortable in order to make things right.

Dear reader, I do not know exactly how you live or where you live. But I know where Mark lives, and I know what the rest of America is like, because I have travelled it well. In the midst of the worst America has to offer, Mark maintains his alley well. That is partly because Mark has eyes to see the difference between right and wrong. Many do. But Mark does not then engage in 16-18 hours of self-abuse and abrogation of duty each day followed by some sleep. Mark instead takes responsibility, even over that which he did not do, and over that which he did not cause, and yes, even over that which is not his own.

Do you?

Or are you a silent partner to what is happening? Cooperating with the downfall that you claim to be so opposed to?

Your self-righteousness in such a moment is unearned. Just because you see what is wrong does not give you any moral high ground. Absent your willingness to take responsibility for that which you did not do, and for that which is not yours, absent that, absent your willingness to constantly expand the territory and improve the territory over which you take responsibility, absent that, you have little business feeling good about yourself in a time like this. You have little business sitting back and saying what a bad job everyone else is doing, what a bad job A, B, or C group has done driving X, Y, or Z into the ground.

The people with eyes to see but who choose to sit and watch, who grab a bowl of popcorn and watch, who perhaps even laugh, or gawk, or mock, at the destruction of something beautiful — they are no friend of mine.

They are also no friend of humanity.

Part of maturity is taking responsibility for that which you did not cause, and having no complaints about the fact that you were the one who had to stand up and do so. That is just who you need to be if you are to be a mature adult. Your responsibility is needed. Your mocking is not needed. Your laughing is not needed. Your complaining that it was you who had to stand up is not needed.

You’re many ways of doing nothing while saying “Why doesn’t somebody do something?” are not needed. The moment you start to speak that or even to count your contributions and to say that you have done enough — the moment you do that, you are no friend of humanity, but a petty and poorly raised child keeping score in life rather than winning in life.

Be a man. Not just a male.

Be a woman. Not just a female.

Maturity is now required of you, even if childhood used to be what was largely demanded of you — no matter your age.

Be the one who is mature enough to take responsibility over the territory around him, without complaint. Totally without complaint — instead of complaint,with gratitude that you were made for a moment such as this, with gratitude that you get to be the adult in the room. With gratitude that you get to be the one that no one will ever thank, certainly that no one will ever apologize to. The the one who doesn’t concern himself with such things. Instead, you are just grateful that you get to be the one who was capable enough in the moment, wise enough in the moment, willing enough to act in the moment.

Imagine that, being one who walks through life grateful for challenges and responsibilities, rather than doing that which has become the norm among American adults — complaining, avoiding, and mocking.

To he who lives in this upright way, he knows that it is a reward all its own. Accepting responsibility and carrying its burden gratefully through life is a reward all its own. You are not thinking about keeping score when you do so. You are not thinking about what is owed to you, who has done what, settling accounts — all of that petty way of thinking is the farthest thing from your mind.

In fact, you eagerly take on more.

You know the greater your burden, the greater the growth of your muscles. Do you understand what an ingrate you sound like to the rest of us when you complain that your burden is too heavy? Do you understand what an ingrate you sound like to the rest of us when you complain that your life contains too much of that which grows you into someone more mighty and more formidable? Do you understand what you sound like to the rest of us when, even worse, when you refuse the challenge and just sit back and mock?

Get as far away from that way of thinking as possible. This time needs more of you. Or you can just be another of the many nearly-useless adult children that have become the norm of American society.

Do you know why America looks like crap? It is not because there are crappy people. It is because the ones who have the vision to see the problem and to see what must be done, those people have better things to do.

Such are no friend to me.

Such are no friend to humanity.

Such cannot be called a man.

Embrace those burdens. Embrace that responsibility. The way out of this mess begins in your life, and it begins with you doing exactly that.

Godspeed dear friend.

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Not since the heady days of George McGovern, whose capture of the Democratic Party in 1972 ended in utter ignominy with the Nixon landslide, have two political parties been as deeply and bitterly divided as they were in this latest election, which ended on a clear if unexpected note of triumph for Donald J. Trump. Breaching the Blue Wall by the early hours of November 6 and then smashing his way to a complete conquest of the popular vote, a free and fair election has thus catapulted him to become the next president of the United States.

What an astonishment it proved to be. My wife and I went to bed the night before glumly aware that only bad news would greet us the following day. But like the little boy in that magical movie who, thanks to a father’s sacrificial love, gets to take the tank home, we nearly died laughing for all the joy we felt on hearing the news.

But even with a clean sweep of the White House, including both Houses of Congress and a Supreme Court firmly committed to the rule of law, will a Trump victory make any real difference in the end if the Democrats refuse to go along with the results?

Won’t it instead confirm their worst fears regarding this most hateful man, who from the very beginning they have assiduously sought to vilify and destroy? Yes, they will certainly have to agree to a peaceful transfer of power, to which end both Kamala and her boss, Joe Biden, have already sent their brief congratulatory messages. But it is one thing to concede the outcome of a contest you failed to win—which Kamala managed, belatedly, to do—and something else again to lay down the weapons with which you have been waging an ongoing war. “I do not concede the fight that fueled this campaign,” she added defiantly.

So, to actually hand over the keys to the Executive Office, to authorize the exercise of real power and authority to someone you’d been regularly referring to as another Hitler, how exactly is that going to work? Especially after having referred to millions of his supporters as no better than garbage.

Oh, yes, and let’s not forget the two failed assassination attempts, not to mention any number of lawfare attempts to lock him up for the rest of his life. “If Democrats and other zealous anti-Trumpers are sincere in their proclaimed conceit that Trump is a fierce, unprecedented threat to American democracy,” wrote Andrew McCarthy on the eve of the election, “then they are going to use every potential legal means at their disposal to deny him the presidency.” Including, he suggested, using the January 6 case alleging a conspiracy to cause an insurrection as grounds for the Congress to disqualify him from ever serving.

Even supposing Trump, fresh from his victory, were feeling magnanimous enough to offer Joe Biden a pardon for his own son, would such a gesture endear him to people determined to put him in a maximum-security prison cell?

The idea seems positively surreal.

So, what exactly can we expect in the wake of Trump’s winning the election? Would the current commander in chief, Joe Biden, be prepared to call out federal troops to ensure an orderly and peaceful transfer of power amid riots and protests aimed at preventing an alleged neo-Nazi from becoming the next president and leader of the Free World? Will that be the profile in courage we’ll be looking for in the weeks following a majority of voters having delivered their verdict declaring Donald Trump the next president? That thanks to Joe Biden’s resolute leadership in a time of national crisis, there will be peace in the land to allow his duly-elected replacement to occupy the office he will thereupon vacate?

Does anyone believe that will actually happen?

Such a long way we have come since 1972! The left wing of the Democratic Party may have gone completely bonkers back then, but at least enough of the rank and file remained sufficiently loyal to the Roosevelt-Kennedy legacy they grew up with and prospered under to prevent the McGovernites from running the entire show, much less the rest of the country, which delivered a 60 percent-plus popular vote majority to the Republicans.

My father, a diehard Democrat for years and years, did not hesitate for a moment to jump ship and cast his lot with Nixon, later becoming one of those numberless Reagan Democrats who never looked back. And to think that despite passage of the 26th amendment allowing 18-to-20-year-old Americans the right to vote, a measure McGovern himself helped midwife, it was simply not enough to get him elected.

Of course, what finally did poor George McGovern in, leaving aside the obvious advantage of Nixon being a successful incumbent, was the fact that, thanks to efforts led by his chief Democratic rival in the primary fight, Hubert Humphrey, he’d been tainted with the charge of being squishy on three hot-button issues most Americans were still very much opposed to: amnesty for draft dodgers; acid for all the dropouts and the druggies; and abortion for anyone who didn’t want to be pregnant.

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The Vatican’s decision to adopt cartoonish, trivialized symbols, such as the blue-haired ‘Luce’ mascot, is a symptom of a disturbing shift within the Church.  The current trend moving the Church away from Her treasury of glorious art to commercialized trinkets is a mere triviality to many, but the history of this move is darker than most realize.

The age-old question of whether life imitates art, or art imitates life essentially asks whether it is the art which impacts society and shapes the culture – and therefore the artist is an agent of change – or whether the artist is merely an agent of expression, reflecting what is already present within the culture.  The partial answer is that it’s a little of both, but what is missing from the equation is that the underlying philosophy of the artist is what drives it all.

The earliest traces of what is today referred to as modern art are firmly rooted in the French Revolution and the so-called Enlightenment, but it didn’t really take off until the late 1800s. Goya’s Romanticism led to Manet’s Impressionism. Van Gogh’s Post-Impressionism led to the avant-garde experimentation of Les Nabis, French painters who transformed the medium and laid the foundation for the abstract symbolism of modern art.

Most of art history is focused on the development of technique or style, but what is often ignored is the actual philosophy of the artists themselves.  One of the early progenitors of modern art, a Romantic artist named Eugene Delacroix, said: “Artists who seek perfection in everything are those who cannot attain it in anything.”  As a philosophy of art, it excuses imperfection and imprecision, but as a philosophy of life, it suggests something worse: that one need not seek to express truth and beauty with precision because the impression is good enough, and error is not to be avoided.  While this may seem like a stretch, this notion bears out with each succeeding generation of artists.

James Whistler, the American painter who is best known for painting his mother in a rocking chair, once said “Art happens – no hovel is safe from it, no prince may depend upon it, the vastest intelligence cannot bring it about.”  What he is saying is that art is some kind of spontaneous energy that supersedes intelligence which – in a manner of speaking – possesses the artist and simply creates.  This notion of art not only discourages the intelligibility of an artistic rendering but eliminates the objectivity of the art itself, which should be directed toward Truth.

Paul Cezanne – an avant-garde, post-impressionist painter – was called, “the father of us all” by the Communist Cubist, Pablo Picasso.  Henri Matisse called him “a kind of dear god of painting.”  In speaking of the origin of an artistic piece, Cezanne said, “A work of art which did not begin in emotion, is not art.”  This was a revolutionary idea and a radical shift in the nature of art itself.  No longer an expression of the good, the true, and the beautiful, an artistic rendering must now be found in the expression of an emotion.

This radical shift in art from beauty and truth to emotive experience did not happen in a vacuum.  The heresy of Modernism rose to prominence at the same time.  Pope Pius IX warned about some of its errors, and Pope St. Pius X condemned them.  And after a close and careful examination of these two movements, one discovers that the medium of modern art is nothing more than a carefully crafted expression of the Modernist heresy.  The underlying ideology of Modernism is the notion that religion is something that wells up from within as an experience or a feeling, while the reformed nature of art – as defined by the modern artists – is that art is the expression of an emotion or an experience that wells up from within the artist.

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