Modern liberalism is an acid that burns through everything it touches. The Church has shriveled in proportion to its exposure to it. Now those who have long sought its death present themselves, carrying more of this acid, as its healer, and even, as Thomas Cahill wrote in the New York Times, finger Pope John Paul II, who resisted it, as the Church’s enemy…. He then proposes a “solution,” which amounts to trading the teachings of Jesus Christ for modern liberalism.
— St. Peter’s in Chains By George Neumayr in The American Spectator
NEWMAYR’S OBSERVATION that “Modern liberalism is an acid that burns through everything it touches” is of the moment. Today’s progressivism/liberalism (ProgLibIsm) is as dark as the various icons it worships with an almost perverted frenzy.
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St. Paul
Give me Christ
Or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don’t like children anyhow
I’ve seen the future, baby: It is murder
– – Leonard Cohen
As a one-time card-carrying member of the Culture of Death, I’ve felt the acid burn out the soul and replace it with the dead-end secular totems of possessions, fashion, sexuality, and ego-uber-alles. There is no faux-Randian “virtue of selfishness” when the ProgLibs wield it. I’ve used selfishness to “enhance” my own life and I’ve had “selfishness” used on me in turn to enhance the lives of others.
Money and things drive the ProgLib elites and their unAmerican culture. Vows have zero meaning to them. Truth, less than zero.
In ProgLibIsm people are traded for houses much as a fresh bottle of wine is picked up at the grocery store while the drained ones are hidden in the trash.
Commitment and duty have no place in ProgLibIsm — everything is reduced to “lifestyle” choices in which, since people are only things — only soulless lumps and clumps of cells that have grown credit ratings — they can easily be replaced by other things or other people to be used as things, as draft animals for hauling bloated egos around the landscape, as checkbooks that pay for frantic feminine fantasies and self-fulfillment until at last they are overdrawn. The is no god in this Brave New 1984 World unless it is the god of Get Yours.
I remember when this acid burned strongly on all fronts and seemed, in the main, unstoppable because it seemed to have become ‘the universal solvent’ — something that could dissolve all that it came in contact with. The flaw in that formula was, of course, the flaw that lurks in the ancient alchemical nature of the universal solvent — it will eventually burn through everything, even its container.
What we’ve seen in the last year is the evidence that the container that holds antiquated ProgLibIsm is beginning to be eaten through at last. I’ve been struck again and again by just how small, mean and trivial the daily “victories” of the ProgLibIsm propaganda mills of the media seem to be.
Under advanced demographic attack by the rigid and extreme conservatism of Islam across Europe, ProgLibIsm in those states seems to be falling back on extending its failed policies of bribes and accommodation — as if offering greater “police-safe” zones in cities and ever higher doles will cause the swelling future to live in peace with the settled present. In time these zones will fail and the demand for bribes in terms of benefits will become so high they cannot be paid. At which point the surviving Europeans will become yet another Islamic food source. Instead of perpetuating itself, European ProgLibIsm looks to the small still fungible victories of jobs for life and long vacations. In the end, Europe will get, in the words of the aptly named Grateful Dead, “A vacation for the rest of its life.”
Lacking real electoral power outside of its ProgLibIsm urban sanctuaries, and finding its support among the ordinary people of America waning with every passing election, American ProgLibIsm has had to withdraw into its armed hamlets of urban ghettos, academia, and the media; hamlets where it is existing on thinner and thinner gruel as time goes by. Any university you care to name is now a poster child for how little ProgLibIst academia thinks of free speech . You can see the acid eating its way through the walls of the containers.
None of this is to say that the ProgLibIsm is soon to be a sad historical episode — although its stock and trade seems to be one sad historical episode after the other. ProgLibIsm culture and the people who promulgate and promote it are far too entrenched in the fabric of America — in our schools on all levels, in our media, local and national, in our politics, local, state and national, and, most insidious of all, in our “approved” national arts and entertainment. Like parasites the nation is lousy with them. They are far too embedded to vanish like a choking fog at break of day.
It is to say that the American demographic, at its roots, has changed and that, in time and perhaps not such a long time, this increasingly sad ProgLibIsm hodge-podge of half-baked new-age nostrums, impoverished politics, and intellectual insanity will prove to confirm its own well-worshipped social Darwinism and, irrelevant at last, travel down the path to extinction.