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June 16, 2014

Endgame

They possess a kind of supreme moral vanity which lifts them high above the plane of mortal men.
In their ideal world they are legends in their own minds, fighting a lonely battle against the Man, who if not pre-emptively stopped, will sin again, against Marx, Engels and Patrice Lumumba. They profess to love The Thing because only lofty men can see The Thing is really “wiser than us”.  But one suspects that secretly they are scared sh**less that on one of these little escapades Task Force Maroon will leave them for dead.

Or maybe not.
Perhaps it is all unfolding as Darwin intended. Maybe there is no solution for the Dr. Carringtons of the world except to watch them approach the dinosaur and let the reptile take care of it. But to hope that they should take heed? Like I said, with the Left it's double down until the end.
Belmont Club » President Carrington

Posted by gerardvanderleun at June 16, 2014 11:11 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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