December 18, 2013
“ Why do we not consider what contradictions we find in our own judgments; how many things were yesterday articles of our faith, that to-day appear no other than fables?” -- Montaigne
They know now.
They all know. All of them who are not racially bonded, or leftist dead-enders, or spiritually or mentally deficient, or a combination of all those fatal factors, all except those, finally know. They hide their knowing.... from each other, from us, and from themselves, but they still know that they know.
And they know that we know that they know.
Yet still they persist. They persist in ignoring all that the golem they put into the White House actually is -- and what he is burrowing away at in his every-day more robotic manner. They know what It is but many cannot yet know that they know. It is too horrible to contemplate, too revolting to admit.
They get up in the morning and cast a glance at the television news and.... there It is, yammering and stammering about “inequality” as Its future net worth soars well above $500 million dollars. They hear Its voice and the very timbre makes them throw up a little in their throat. They know. They know what they have done, most of them twice, and the nausea has now risen inside them and never really leaves. Does it?
African-Americans, professional parasites, the slow or low information ones, those with diminished capacity, and those whose perversions seep into and permeate their politics are, in a sense, lucky. They have lashed themselves to this dying animal so tightly that they still see only the glow of what once others saw in their millions. Except now the glow is a little light, a rushlight; a faint flame powered by the flatulent and slowly burning swamp fumes of the fraud farm. To them it still yields enough light to still say, with deep sighs and passionate yearning for a glance or a touch from Him, “We can still believe. Yes, we can.”
Taken as a whole these are the twenty to twenty five percent of citizens that form It’s irreducible base. They will never know anything other than the fable they told themselves long long ago. The truth will be out there but forever beyond their withered reach. If they could know what all the others now know, they would also know how vile their entire life has been; how colonized their minds; how enslaved their souls. And so they cannot know -- or allow themselves to know -- or permit others to tell them. Like the lost children of Hamelin they will follow their Piper into the cleft in the mountain and the cleft will, in time, snap shut behind them. They cannot be rescued or redeemed. Let them go. They are known as “”dead enders” because, in the end, they are as dead as all their pretty lies.
As for the rest -- the ones that know and know that they know or are coming now to know that they know -- treat them carefully. It will be like watching many millions slowly awaken to the horror of what they’ve done to themselves and to their countrymen. They will be ashamed of themselves and not a little sickened and weakened from their extended experience with political depravity. Not all of them will make it out of the mire. Some will be unable to bear the knowing and so will return to the unknowing; will go slide back into the muck.
But that will be, I hope, only a small fraction of “The Returned.” Most will know that to overcome what has happened to them “only a power greater than themselves” can restore them to sanity. Recognizing this we can only, as gently as possible, welcome them back from the last five years of their dark delusion.
Perhaps the best we can do is to look them in the eye as soon as we see that they know and say, with the poet Thom Gunn,
“I hardly hope for happy thoughts, although
In a most happy sleeping time I dreamt
We did not hold each other in contempt.
Then lifting from my lids night’s penny weights
I saw that lack of love contaminates.
You know I know you know I know you know.
Abandon me to stammering, and go;
Posted by gerardvanderleun at December 18, 2013 12:51 PM
If you have tears, prepare to cry elsewhere –
I know of no emotion we can share.
Your intellectual protests are a bore
And even now I pose, so now go, for
I know you know.”
My brother, whom I love dearly, succumbed to the Obama allure. He has probably awakened, as I see him avoiding the news he used to eagerly consume
I continue to pray for him, as it has been an uncomfortable few years, avoiding any political discourse (he became mean for the first time ever).
Politics has always been important to both of us and it hurt as I saw him slip away.
I don't think the majority of them will ever admit any error because they are too invested in the ideas that got them to this point.
Freedom comes only from seeing the ignorance of your critics and discovering the emptiness of their virtue. David Seabury
as quoted in Harry Browne's "How I Found Freedom in an Unfree World". What serendipity that I just read that today.
Yet, Hillary Clinton will be elected President in 2016.
It is as inevitable as the Sunrise tomorrow. Who can stop her, really? She is to be annointed by the Media and the unthinking and insistent will believe that only Hillary! is the remedy or fix for Barry Soetoro Obama's shortcomings. And perhaps, in a show of "unity", John McCain will be her running mate for the first term.
Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.
A deep, deep, deep, HOMERUN!
They now yearn for Hillary....ohhhh sweet momma-of-Benghazi.
The majority of the progressives were simply dupes and useful idiots whose naivete was masterfully manipulated by experts to make them imagine themselves as deep original thinkers even as they mechanistically twitched in the lockstep of their grotesque dance, even as the original puppeteer Karl Marx, is now long dead.
That beautiful siren song of the now socialist-DemoKKKrat party, that promised them soooo much must have been so hard to resist, and that horse that they hitched their wagon to looked so strong and beautiful, even as now decades later they are stuck in the middle of the scorching desert tethered to a rotting carcass of a skinny nag with a swarm of flies around it, and the ransacked 0-Kare civilization they left us, is so very far away beyond the horizon.
All hail! 0bamadias!
So I'm not the only one feeling this. Well done, Gerard!
From Sun Tzu, Chapter 7:
36. When you surround an army, leave an outlet free.
[This does not mean that the enemy is to be allowed to escape. The object, as Tu Mu puts it, is "to make him believe that there is a road to safety, and thus prevent his fighting with the courage of despair." Tu Mu adds pleasantly: "After that, you may crush him."]
I'm surrounded by it. The wife, the kids, the ex-wife, the ex-friends...I keep hoping for something, someone...
I'll try to make allowances for some of these types, but they might want to make an allowance for me. I've been wide awake during a nightmare for going on six years now, if one includes the pre-election "uh-oh" period, when Obama started dominating the news cycle.
What is always the most galling is that I will have to be nice to "moderates", or "independents", those wishy-washy, fence-sitting, split-the-difference, unthinking, unprincipled, conflict-avoiding, bandwagon riding automatons. We can't all just get along, this is not a time for just getting along.
Some people can look at Obama and not have the hairs on the back of their neck stand up, hard as that is to believe.
Will, you - and we - are all screwed. There is - thanks to the likes of those you list - no more hope, for any of us. I hope you point this out to them every day.
They *might* admit that Obama has been a mistake, but dollars to donuts they'll still pull the lever, push the button, tap on the screen for the "D" candidate.
"He was sabotaged at every turn by the Rethuglican Party, which wanted him to fail from the get-go." "If only he had gone farther..."
To believe different is, IMO, basing ones' plans on 'hoping things happen'.
A certain percentage of voters, those on the plantation, working in government jobs, employed as teachers, police or firemen, will not change in the least. The golden goose must literally die before they'd consider that. The pay and benefits are too lucrative to leave for the private sector, even as the tax base erodes, and more and more are unemployed. Ride that ship all the way to the bottom of Davy Jones' locker.
I had thought there would be enough to throw out all the D's who had brought this maisma and malaise upon us, but have revised my thinking. The above listed few, along with the newly arrived, legal or not, in addition to the melanin enhanced jobless, and melanin lacking jobless, may be enough to secure the re-election of the same crew that brought us to this situation.
The "Obamaphone", "Obama's stash" voters will still turn out for the city machines across the country.
All the cities destroyed or in the process of being destroyed will continue to be governed(HA! ruled or milked) by Democrat machines that will kick the economic can(bomb) down the road, continue to increase pensions and perks, pay off their supporters, and reward crony politics. It is in their blood, and is not curable. It is all they know. It worked in the past, so why won't it work in the future?
It will take more crap sammiches, or maybe a lack of sammiches altogether before there will be any thought of waking up, and questioning their previous choices.
Takes a lot of pain before some will admit their error, and some never will.
I appreciate reading your essay and the thoughtful comments it generated.
Even though I see, I still am able to be shocked anew at Golem's and his enablers' actions and priorities.
I don't know what to do with friends and loved ones who don't or refuse to "know".... That they would be harmed, paralyzes a person.
A war is coming and we must choose.
There is no suburb, city or state to run to and create a bubble in which to live.
From the Poseidon Adventure, when Gene Hackman's character encounters a group of "survivors" heading down toward the bow of the capsized ship:
I don't have to. We're going forward.
Please, come with us, Reverend.
You're going the wrong way, damn it!
We lost Acres.
In the shaft. He fell.
Gunn's poetry aside, I'm still after all this time, not seeing where anybody gets off really thinking that there is going to be a "war".
What, any of you really think that the underclass, the bobo's, and other assorted debris of leftist politics are numerous enough, smart enough, or organized enough to actually have a war?
All good stuff, all good comments.
But please, if only for my sake:
Ooops . Right. Sorry. I've been sick.
Really good. I've always hoped that eyes would open, hearts would see. Even if it is one at a time. Then maybe they will see that the real hope is heaven, & how He sent His son---- and long for that treasure over all others. Merry Christmas vanderleun.
You should broaden your sense of *war*.
This ain't the 1860's any more.
The war is ongoing as I type.
@ghostsniper (Ghostsniper? C'mon, I was a fucking sniper in the Army at one point and nobody used nicknames like that.)
And if you are going call everything war, then it has been going on since at least the reformation.
Brilliant. Yes. They know. But for they who now know, whats worse is that the others, meaning us, were right. So they will go on pretending not to know. We have a very big problem.
A thousand thoughts are pent up all trying to speak at once to explain our heart-felt enigma. But, citizen, it is no mystery: demographics is politics. And while we were not expecting an Obama wake-up this soon his election was not random.
Yes, Virginia, civilizations do clash in war, and not just internationally.
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