When you're on your game and pounds-the-best the class of any contest, you know it. Never once do you look at the scoreboard, during or after the event; it is but small ornamentation. You not only own the victory, you are the victory.
When you've turned back and laid waste every strategy of the opponent, when you've dominated in every way, when you've borne high the standard of accomplishment and truth, when you've frustrated the misdirection and trampled the lies of frauds and fakers, the ultimate deed is done. Yet again, the real has been shown to exist and matter in the world.
When the engagement has ended, the real people are lifted up, united in purpose, and positioned to meet whatever challenges life may offer; to not merely persevere, but overcome. When you've fulfilled a vital assignment in such an event, no one can help you feel it more, or steal it away. And if you've delivered all this with honest gusto, style and savoir-fare, remember Joe Biden and smile your Sunday best.
It is a sweeping and grand human accomplishment. And it is not despite the fact that the con men and connivers will return for another run against the real, but precisely because we know they will. Then will it be well to look to Biden's example. Then on that day, and we should hope many days to come, perhaps Obama will be inspired to give us Henry V, not Hamlet.
For those battles, come they will; relentlessly. Here's why: we live not in an age of miracles and wonders, as Paul Simon once sang, but in a very dark day of cynicism, characterized by a virtual doctrinal pointlessness embraced by many of the young, and a consciously willful dishonesty abroad within the organs of communication and institutions of community that once were reliably sincere, even when mistaken or misguided. In concert, they attempt a sort of genetic decoding of the truth and reality, not to better understand the world, but to disdain the notion that there is actually anything out there to understand. It amounts to nothing less than a denial of the value and dignity and meaningfulness of human life; a death wish.
Indeed, among the most vital component of this generation, it seems like everything serious is to be ridiculed. Nothing gets past being some kind of existential satire, a parody of virtue and integrity. I give you Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert - Beavis and Butthead come to life.
Meanwhile, formerly reputable social entities and institutions, especially among news reporting organizations - but certainly not excluding many others like businesses, universities, religions, etc., appear to have no higher purpose (let alone purpose at all), beyond expanding a hold on the popular imagination or the people's pocketbook. Hence, we find ourselves presented with a shallow, spoiled, childishly ignorant ideologue, Paul Ryan, propped-up by false media proclamations of substance and courage, draped in bogus bona-fides, and sent out with a straight face to stand for the second highest office in the land. Of course, Biden laughed him off the stage.
What is in no way funny, however, is that the same dishonest media which invented the Ryan myth, continues to push the lie. It invested so much of its reputation in misrepresenting a weirdly narcissistic, emotionally arrested, overage adolescent, whose guiding light in life and "intellectual" North Star was an equally warped personality of no real accomplishment, Ayn Rand, that it cannot now afford to allow even an obvious truth to interrupt its corrupt narrative. It just can't bring itself to fully comprehend or admit Biden's total triumph.
But don't cry for Joe Biden, America. Joe knows, and he knows you know. He laughed the whole way through it, and he's still laughing. Save your tears. They could still be needed, should we ultimately let him and ourselves down.