Liberalism Considered As An Addiction

A slight variation on Naked Lunch, the classic addiction novel/autobiography of William BurroughsThis is from the Introduction "Deposition: Testimony Concerning a Sickness."

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If you wish to alter or annihilate a pyramid of numbers in a serial relation, you alter or remove the bottom number. If we wish to annihilate the Liberal pyramid, we must start with the bottom of the pyramid: the Liberal in the Street, and stop tilting quixotically for the "higher ups" so called, all of whom are immediately replaceable. The Liberal in the street who must have Liberal policies to live is the one irreplaceable factor in the Liberal equation. When there are no more Liberals to buy Liberal policies there will be no more human traffic in Liberalism. As long as Liberal need exists, someone will service it.

When I was a I lived in one room in the Native Quarter of Washington, DC, I was fashionable in the Liberal way. I had not taken a bath in a year nor changed my clothes or removed them except to stick a Liberal politically correct thought every hour in the fibrous grey wooden flesh of terminal Liberal addiction. I never cleaned or dusted the room. Somebody paid by Liberals was supposed to come and do that for me. But they just took the checks and did nothing. Like me.

Empty promises for a utopian world and other mental garbage piled to the ceiling. Light and water long since turned off because everyone was getting a check and didn't have to work at the power plants or waterworks. I did absolutely nothing. It was the Liberal dream of paradise.

I could look at the end of my shoe for eight hours. I was only roused to action when the sand in the hourglass of Liberal promises ran out.

If a former friend who was not a Liberal came to visit - and they rarely did since who or what was left to visit - I sat there not caring that he had entered my field of vision - a grey screen always blanker and fainter - and not caring when he walked out of it. If he had died on the spot I would have sat there looking at my shoe waiting to go through his pockets because since he was not a Liberal he might just have some money. Wouldn't you?

Because I never had enough Liberal ideology -no one ever does. Thirty grains of Liberal heroin a day and it still was not enough. And long waits in front of the White House.

Delay is a rule in the Liberal business. The Man is never on time and the check is never quite big enough. It's the Methadone of political philosophies: You don't get high. You don't kick it. You just stay on it.

This is no accident. There are no accidents in the Liberal world. The Liberalism addict is taught again and again exactly what will happen if he does not score for his Liberal ration and vote for the Liberal pushers. Get up that slavish belief up or else.

And suddenly my Liberal habit began to jump and jump. Forty, sixty grains a day. And it still was not enough. And I could not pay. Because I had no money. Just Liberal Government script, which the Liberal government was not accepting. They knew what it was worth.

Posted by Vanderleun at April 2, 2009 12:21 PM | TrackBack