Posted with much reverence and gratitude by me.
The center cannot hold. So says Yeats…….and here we are turning and turning in the widening gyre.
Do you like it here America? In the widening gyre? Things do fall apart. The old order gives way to the new, cultures clash and societies are supplanted by what may come. What is coming? What slouches forth while we pass the time with breads and circus?
We’ve no way of knowing the future but by the past though our society has done an admirable job of killing off our history. Those were the old ways. The ways of the old order. We are the new man and we are here to save you from yourself. I can only feel that a madness has been unleashed upon the whole of the republic and yet here we sit idle while our enemies take to the field. Yes, yes, I hear you bleat. But…but…but..the tea parties, the mid-terms, the town halls, we have spoken out. We have redressed our grievance. And alas it will not be enough. Yes, you heard me correctly. It will not be enough. I am a realist and would be lying if I offered you the false hopes of election results, pledges and other nonsense that will not rectify the ills that afflict you. Your hope lies within you. It lies within no other man. You and you alone are responsible for what happens or fails to happen now and in your future.
You can’t eat political idealogy. Nor can you win a war with it. You fight powers and principalities that have no use for you or your idealogy. What are you going to do when you can’t feed your family? When you’ve been downsized with what remains of our economy? When you’ve offended Leviathan and his jackbooted thugs appear in your bedroom at three am? Are you going to hurl Ron Paul quotes at them? Are you going to debate the 4th amendment with Leviathan while it has a gun pointed at your head? I think not……
A failure of the west and of conservatives in general is that it projects it’s thoughts, philosophies, concepts and motives onto it’s opponents. The Barrister linked an interesting piece over at Maggies Farm A Failure of Imagination and I would suggest that you go read it.
You have to view the world from your enemies perspective. If you shared the same core values as your opponents and the disagreements between parties in conflict was simply one of mechanics then your world view would be accpetable. Your collectivist enemy has come a long way baby and if you truly believe that they are going to allow you kulaks to interrupt their momentum then you truly don’t understand your enemy. For too long you have been a steak on the table by choice and consent and your last minute protestations are little more than a nuisance to your ruling class. Do you understand the depravity and destruction that hurtles toward you? Do you understand that you are held in utter disregard by the new Bolsheviks? Don’t project your goodness, your reasonining nor your rationality onto your oppressor. These qualities are alien to them. You cannot reason with what slouches towards you. It is an evil that would make Hitler, Stalin, and Mao weep with envy as to its efficiency and capability and you believe you’re going to vote your way out? No, America. You. Will. Not.
What’s it going to be America? Are you going to continue to be a beast of burden? Led to the slaughter by your oppressor as you bleat, bleat, bleat about inalienable rights and the constitution or are you going to prepare? Prepare physically, morally, spiritually for what’s coming.
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
William Butler Yeats