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American Perversions: The Not-So-Great Generation and the Vision That Dare Not Speak Its Name

The World as a Group of Fantasy Islands. A project off the coast of Dubai

“The unnamable vision always leads to the unspeakable crime.” — AD Commenter Gloria

In the past few decades,  self-loathing has drenched many  Americans of the Left and the CuckedRight. A self-loathing that has reached its apotheosis in those “Americans” that love the hallucinogenic fantasy of an Islamic mosque at Ground Zero, a sanctuary California,  a Hillary forcefully installed as Big Granny President for Life, and Donald Trump’s head on a stake over the main gate to DC. All so they can get back to sitting in their dark cave and watch their dream-world socialist vision screened on the back wall.

After the rise of Obama, the most anti-American American president in history, the vision became joyfully anti-American. It is now self-evident what their “path to success” is in the minds of those who have embraced and live the progressive vision. It is a vision very much alive, kicking and in residence in the DNC, the Obama mansions, the Clinton Crew, the Groves of Academe, and the dark, Satanic propaganda mills of the media, news as well as advertisements and “entertainment”.

Millions of Americans, unknowing, uncaring, or ungulled by the Left cannot see this vision. This vision, as far as the masses are concerned, is unknown and unknowable. It is very much a secret.

It is “the vision that dare not speak its name.”

What is no secret is that classical liberalism,  in the mold of FDR, JFK, and LBJ that reached its apotheosis in Hubert Humphrey, has long been consigned to the bone-yard. What has taken its place hates to be tarred with the brush of liberalism because, frankly, it isn’t. It prefers to be called “progressivism” even though “a sociopathic political and social recidivism” more accurately describes it.

What now stands in the place one occupied by classical liberalism is a kind of perverted one-world idealism in which “the world as it is” is constantly measured against “the world as it should be.” Classic liberalism at least had the argument that it was being done for the greater good. The new perverted progressive liberalism variant is one in which policy and plans are made because it makes the initiators yearn to “feel good” in the manner that compulsive masturbators obsess over fantasies implanted before puberty. Those that make and support these measures hold themselves in high regard, seeing each other as, in the French phrase popular when many of them were young,  citoyens du monde.

The donations come in the front door and the Creches go out the back. All done with a nudge and a wink to “the protection of liberty and diversity”

Typically these are people who have “gone beyond” nation-states in their own minds and, if they can afford it (and many can), in their personal lives as well. These are people with access to enough money to afford private jets or enough money to pay the premium prices of a hybrid car. They do not dwell in the same nation as their fellow, less-fortunate citizens. Instead, they can afford to spend their time spreading a gospel whose high costs and marginal benefits are always carefully hidden from the middle middle class and those below. But this is never seen by those spreading the gospel as a kind of noblesse oblige, only as something that is “good for them.”

Writ large we see this in grandiose projects like the Gates Foundation’s plan to “Save Africa.” Among the citoyens du monde, “Saving Africa” is a noble goal of distinguished lineage. It’s been around forever and promises to continue in its need of saving for the duration of the millennium. Few can gainsay the deeply humanitarian impulse behind it, only the likely outcome of many more criminal Africans made millionaires that can leave that continent behind thanks to the Gates Foundation.

On the smaller scale, we see thousands of continuing efforts to spread “correct thinking and correct behavior and correct belief” in the endless bullying of small organizations by larger “clear-headed” organizations such as the ACLU. It is all their way or the lawsuit highway; a kind of fiscal extortion racket. The donations come in the front door and the Creches go out the back. All done with a nudge and a wink to “the protection of liberty and diversity” at the same time that diversity of the “bad” kind is reduced. Like latter-day Leona Helmsleys, these visionaries are always at pains to “thank the little people” for letting them have it their way.

These erstwhile American citizens do not think of themselves as actual Americans (although they play them easily and glibly on TV), but as a new and better breed that only retain their “American” status for the clear and present benefits. Instead, they prefer to think of themselves as inhabiting a rarer, more personally fragrant realm of ideals that the rest of us do not see and cannot aspire to.

This new and more wonderful world is the Holy Realm of The Church of the Planet whose crusade goes forward under the sign of The Gleaming Escutcheon of United Nations; not as the grotesque assemblage of thugs and thieves that it is, but as it should — in the perfect world to come — be. Indeed, nothing in this realm is ever seen as it is, but only as it should be.

The sweet. The elite. These are the non-elected, self-appointed and peer-selected Government of the Happy World

There are no armies in this realm, only legions of NGOs without borders. There are no Popes or Saints, only the Gates’. the Obamas, the Clintons, the Gores, and those who can jet into the annual green cardinals convocation at Davos. The sweet. The elite. These are the non-elected, self-appointed and peer-selected Government of the Happy World who swap honors and awards as freely between themselves as participants in a Sexual Freedom League Fornication Festival.

In their own strangely perverse way the inhabitants of this realm, like those on the extreme lower end of the scale in imploding 3rd world countries, are still dependent on nation-states, particularly the United States, for charity and scarce resources. This need accounts for much of the funding of the United Nations, an organization whose thirst for the perfect world in the very near future (We promise) is exceeded only by its thirst for American money in the here and now. Dreams do not require food and protection, only the dreamers dreaming from their unshakable sleep.

A shorthand term for these global creatures among us is “cosmopolitanism,” and it is a concept that fits them like a bespoke suit. After all, what is not to admire about a person who is “cosmopolitan?” Such a person is, after all, “So sophisticated as to be at home in all parts of the world or conversant with many spheres of interest.” Who among us would not aspire to such a sobriquet attached to our view of ourselves? The very concept simply reeks of a special status denied to those who are, well, the little people.

Cosmopolitan Americans tend to clump into readily identifiable groups: our media, our intellectuals, our academics, our stars of stage, screen, television, books, and magazines, our newly and fabulously rich captains of hi-tech industries, and most of all our politicians of all stripes. True not everyone in these groups conducts themselves in a “citizen of the world before a citizen of the nation manner.” Many still do not, but the preponderance of the members of these groups do. The political affiliations of these groups skew heavily leftwards but not exclusively so. With the recent realignment of power toward the Democrats, the ascent of the faux-American president, and the conquest of the Democrats by their more “cosmopolitan” elements, the tendency of this group to draw more into its orbit increases, since cosmopolitans are, at bottom, always about the main chance before the hard choice.

The hard choice now is whether or not American hegemony will prevail into the century, or whether that power will be ceded to those rising regimes and forces whose roots and plans for the future are, if anything, not at all as benign of America; whose systems of government are more militant than they are democratic.

The whiff of American weakness always emboldens the unspeakable visionaries.

One of the things that “the vision that dare not speak its name” will neither speak nor confront is the present existence and inexorable rise of systems of government that do not exactly wish to deliver the higher realms of personal, sexual, and wantless liberty the One Worlders envision. Free societies are not the default state of how humanity organizes itself. Free societies are rare and always in danger of being overwhelmed by the more evil angels of our nature. That is the historic and present reality of our world. Reality, however, seldom intrudes on our dreams of a perfect word. When it does we call them nightmares. And what we learn from history is that these nightmares are recurrent.

But for those of “the vision that dare not speak its name” it is precisely the American hegemony, and no other, that must be removed to make way for the glorious one-world where it is “from each according to his ability, to each according to his need.” And that world, in their shared visionary imagination, will be made of a green, caring, carefully stewarded world where “The We” all get to “do our thing” in perfect freedom and without any interference from dictators, power blocs, theocratic states, weapons of mass destruction, crime, guns, and oppression of any living thing on the planet, including animals.

Like the world after the Rapture, the vision of the One-Worlder is Gaia triumphant for the many and a shining realm of gracious living for the elite few. It is a green Hobbit realm with iPods for all and no Saurons to be found anywhere. A Technotronic Middle Earth.

I recognize this unspeakable vision well. It has many of the slapdash Marcusian components of the dreams of my youth during the days of the Free Speech Movement, Earth Shoes and Earth Day, the Vietnam Day committee, Woodstock, the Human Be-in, and the Acid Tests at Ken Kesey’s place in La Honda and that old hotel in San Francisco.

Now that my “not-so-great” generation has its hands on the wheels of commerce and power in the United States, it is time that this vision that dare not speak its name, compiled from those rotted roots, seeks to act out the dreams of its youth as the policies of a generation entering its dotage. For a generation that so fervently believes in evolution, it is surprising that its youthful political goals have, in the intervening decades, evolved so little.

The first order of business now, as it was then, is to “Smash the State” by expanding the State’s control over those that are not among the One Worlders. Of course, the real goal was never to “Smash THE State” as a ruling concept, but only to Smash the American State and replace it with something more soothingly socialist in which “all animals were equal but some more equal than others;” a state in which one party, controlling the culture and the media and the tax system, would rule out of benevolent concern for all over the one, Earth First uber alles. With free healthcare thrown just to make sure you could live longer in a perfect world until the world had had enough of you.

For these people, “the path to success” currently passes through Afghanistan and Pakistan to Iran and then winds directly into “failure.” Our American quislings are in love with the idea of “American failure” because, in many ways, it validates their entire lives and empowers their politics. At the core of “the vision that dare not speak its name” is a perverted desire to see their country lose, to see it humbled on the world stage, and to give over the present benign American hegemony to other coarser and more draconian states. And why wouldn’t they since their primary life allegiance is One World and not one country.

Should their abiding vision for failure in Afghanistan, Iraq, Pakistan, and Iran become a reality and the region descends into a genocidal nightmare, as it will, that’s fine with them. That blood will wash more quickly off their hands than the blood of the thousands of Americans killed on 9/11 through the ineptitude of a foreign policy that, over decades, enabled the attacks. Attacks that, as we see now, did not raise any real alarms among the cosmopolitans that their One World dreams might face real-world dangers, but merely troubled their sleep for a brief moment.

Should the ascent of Iran threaten the survival of Israel, the economy of the United States and the developed world, well, we and they deserve it. After all, we need to “get off” oil and why shouldn’t we have a global depression teach us a lesson?

If an American city becomes a firestorm, well, that certainly isn’t the “citoyens du monde’s” fault. That was never a part of their vision. It will be, as it was in the beginning, is now and ever will be, the fault of Bush.

They will never have to deny a vision that they did not articulate; that they did not name.

Their vision cannot be named, but it can be worked for on a daily basis. And it is. Now more than ever. We currently still believe that votes can stop it. We shall see. But should votes not stop it or votes be rendered as dubious as those in the third world, it will go, as it always goes, to guns.

When discussing the character of Rolling Stone founder, the execrable Jann Wenner, someone once remarked to me, “For some people, it will always be 1968.” That’s pretty much the case with the cosmopolitans of “The Not So Great Generation.” Because they no longer live in America but in the Happy World, they deeply and fundamentally believe that their unnameable vision will prevail, and with the defeat of the nation on which their freedom and prosperity depends, all shall ascend finally into Happy World of Obamaland where the world will leave us alone to pursue our various socialist experiments if only we leave it alone.

This “vision” does not merely seek the defeat of America, but something much more essential to sustaining the rising tide of freedom across the globe. It seeks the defeat of the American ideal. And it seeks it while perversely claiming that it is here to “rescue” it by facilitating its defeat; an Orwellian apotheosis of stunning assertion, and one that will do more than anything else to advance the level of Global Warming to thermonuclear levels in one brief, shining afternoon than any other philosophy you can recall or imagine.

Global thermonuclear war is of little matter to those whose vision dare not speak its name. They believe, they deeply believe, that with enough talk and enough retreat, and enough appeasement, and enough money, and enough bribes that it will never come to that. Of course, it always does come to that, but this time, they assert, “will be different. We promise.”

At bottom, believing that a butcher’s bill will never come due, the destruction of the American ideal is really just fine with these “citoyens du monde”. They yearn, from their perches in their perverse cosmopolitan realms, to see their nation defeated and humbled and lowered. They yearn for it because they long ago left that nation and ascended into those ethereal realms of their own private Fantasy Island.

After all once the United States is reduced in power and prestige to Switzerland, what could possibly happen in the world that could keep their Fantasy Island from becoming the Green Utopian Earth?

It will be Brave New World set up as a slaughter corridor to 1984. What could possibly go wrong?


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  • Dirk October 27, 2021, 9:05 AM

    Wow, the pic, of regions broken down to islands is amazing. Will we someday achieve that, I pray not. A recipe for never ending invasion over the dumbest shit.

    See the population as doomed if people can’t agree.

    Was a time folks could agree on stuff for the greater good. Anymore seems everybody wants it their way.

    Not Everybody wants a Mc Donald’s # 3 supersized, with extra fries. Yet our leadership seem to think they get to make our choices for us.

    Thought provoking piece.


  • Gordon Scott October 27, 2021, 11:06 AM

    I was telling an old friend about how I was looking at laying in a few cases of MREs, just because (there are Euro made equivalents that look pretty good also). She told me, “Oh no, don’t tell me you’re becoming a survivalist.”

    I replied, “Says the girl who has $10K in gold under the house, a generator and a buried tank of fuel for it.”

    Her: “It’s not $10K, it’s not gold, and it’s not under the house, but yeah.”

  • Dirk October 27, 2021, 2:43 PM

    Calling the spade,,,,, A spade. Love it.

    Gordon could you share your info on the Euro prep foods?

    Thank you in advance.


    • ghostsniper October 27, 2021, 6:38 PM
    • Gordon Scott October 28, 2021, 12:59 AM

      Ghostsniper’s link looks interesting. Lots of choices there.


      This link goes to Amazon, and features Daff brand meals. They’re fairly different from US MREs. They’re 1000 calories, instead of the US 1200-1300 per meal. They don’t come with that really cool water activated heating pack, and they don’t have toilet paper or matches as the US kits do. If you have a means to heat them, it might be worth tossing in some of these to your stash, just as variety. Also, the price on these has been stable for six months on Amazon at $80 for six meals (free Prime shipping).

      When I was looking on Amazon for US MREs, I found that the fresher ones were about $15 per meal, and older “surplus” meals were around $7 per meal, purchased by the case (free Prime shipping). There’s two dates on the cases of US MREs. One is the manufacture date, and the second is an inspection date about three years later. I’m told that ten year old MREs are perfectly edible, but they do lose some flavor in that time.

      You can search YouTube for “C ration reviews” and find people doing taste tests on 50 year old C rations. What is more, there is at least one company that makes reproduction C rations. I don’t know why anyone would want them; MREs really are better and lighter and more compact.

      There are some really interesting freeze dried meal kits in convenient buckets. Hell, they sell them at Costco. One I saw on Amazon had 60 220 calorie entrees for $115. The Mormons lead the world in this technology. You can buy kits with a year’s worth of freeze dried food, shelf life 25 years, for a family of four. A kit with 2160 servings, a year for two adults, is $5300.

      Confused? Me, too. But there’s about 25000 websites with advice on prepping for the coming chaos. There are some really interesting things, like wood cooking stoves that heat water for bathing and pedal powered washing machines.

  • Dirk October 28, 2021, 7:36 AM

    Thank you.