I suppose the analogy is too obvious to mention: that plane, this country... Running afoul of nature and approaching a crash landing with both engines gone, a full complement of human beings, passengers and crew--a predicament of maximum danger...
I'm choosing to believe that our new pilot will prove as handy as that old veteran whose level-headed skill brought the plane down safely, with no loss of life. I'm choosing to believe that we passengers may lose a lot of stuff in the stowage bins, but that otherwise we'll all come out okay, standing knee-deep on the wings. Shaken, but wiser for the experience, and ready to understand that life is given to us by the day.
That's what I choose to believe, anyway. How about you?
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