March 29, 2007

While America Blathered

Gotta get away
from this day-to-day
running around,
Everybody knows
this is nowhere.

Let's review. Two American task forces and one Marine Expeditionary unit in the Persian Gulf conducting "war-games." 15 UK sailors and marines captured by Tehran and now pawns in what looks to become a long-running series of daily humiliations of a clearly de-fanged and neutered Britain reduced to the "Pretty please?" stage of diplomacy. Russian intelligence reports of a "build-up" of American forces on the borders of Iraq and Iran. A secretary of state at large in the Mid East enacting a sequel to "Strictly Ballroom" in Palestine.

And that beat goes on.

At home, a self-gelded opposition party is forced to sneak through a bill that prohibits Muslim provocateurs from suing ordinary Americans who, on instructions from their government to report suspicious activities at airports, do so. While this is going on, partisan hate in DC and on the Internet is reaching such toxic levels that -- in DC --hazmat suits are about to be issued to sitting congressperns, Senators, staff, and the lockstep marching media morons.

On the Internet even techbloggers are getting death threats. And are actually surprised. "Who, us?" When I pointed out in a forum that political bloggers such as Michelle Malkin have been living with this Web reality for years, the first response was, "Well, Malkin deserves it, but not us."

In Washington, somebody is unfortunate enough to have cancer return to his liver and people split on their reactions to this depending on their party affiliations: "We will pray for him and his family." vs. "God always gets you when you're working for evil.... And by the way, that war in Iraq that's on full-boil in the Mid East, we've really got to do something cowardly about that in -- oh -- about a year or so."

Cross fade to the daily distraction and heavy breathing all around on what potential president in about two years is picking up what "key" endorsements right now. Steve Forbes steps up for Rudy -- don't forget about the dead on arrival flat tax! Billie Jean King for Hillary -- break out the whoopee cushions for breakthrough feminists from the 1970s!

Oh yes, oil's up for seven days in a row because the folks who look at oil futures and present realities don't mess about with the politics of the possible or the politics of perfection. They're into zero-sum and multiplying money. Good thing we're moving out of winter, but get your bicycles oiled and your shoes re-soled for spring and summer. If crude futures spiral up into winter you're going to be praying Global Warming is true.

And the blather goes on. Because, well, it is all we have left in the trepanned national brainpan. Yammering yahoo voices assail us -- the UN says this, Iran says that, your drool-cupped moron is up in the polls and my feckless idiot is down. Anna Nicole killed herself because, well, she just had no understanding of drugs. Do tell? Tell us more.

All this repetitive tripe is trotted out as if this nation has any control of the future left to it. It doesn't. Our enemies control our future, because we simply will not. Our new national anthem is "If only you believe in miracles, baby / So would I," because if Grace Slick can sing it anybody can.

Simply sampling a soupcon of a day's worth of the clotted blather coming from the left, the right, the center, or the stupid -- now all firmly ensconced in the Congress and the White House -- proves only by the endless rounds of "gotcha," that not only does the nation no longer have any control over itself, many of its citizens have no control over themselves as well.

Well, what of it? Why should we have any control over ourselves when so little is asked of us, and we ask even less than that from ourselves?

3000 incinerated in your leading city? Go to the mall and select the latest electronic gizmodo.

Don't have enough cash to manage your jumbo mortgage and credit card debt? Take another shot at the latest Lotto with a dollar and a dream.

Don't like your mate? Dump it and get another.

Don't like your kid? Drug it.

Don't like your President? Impeach him.

Don't like your army? Burn them in effigy.

Don't like your flag? Take a dump on it.

Don't like your chest? Implant it.

Don't like your ass? Liposuction it.

Don't like how the sun shines on your head? Tanning bed.

Don't like this thought? Change channels.

Don't like your body? Pierce it.

Don't like your sex? Bend, fold, staple and mutilate it.

Don't like what you hear? Hit the mute button.

Don't like what you see? Fast-forward to the Festival.

Don't like your house made of wood? Plant a tree today, or pay someone else to do so.

Don't like your carbon footprint? Buy bigger shoes and bigger offsets.

Don't like being accused? Cop a plea.

Don't like God? Kill Him.

Don't like these questions? Take the Fifth.

Be sure to tell yourself that whatever has happened to you, it is not your fault. Be a post-post-modern American. Be an eternal victim. You've got it coming.

When the going gets tough, blame your genes and demand that all share your pain, send you a check, and pay extra for medical research to cure what ails you. For free. It's you're right written right there in the invisible ink between the lines of the Constitution.

When the going gets really tough, blame George Bush, the center of all the evil that is America. Besides, the people that really want to kill you are far too numerous and far too dedicated to your death to contemplate. It is much lighter on the breaking brain to believe that George Bush wants to kill your right to dissent even if it is much harder to see. Your real enemies are far too frightening to contemplate. Your secret hope is that they'll burn you in an instant in some thermonuclear fire so you don't have to be around to put everything back together.

Don't think for a minute that you are unraveling what is left of your social fabric. Who needs clothes in the dark? You are only taking advantage of your First Amendment rights. What was the Second one? Oh, that's the bad one. Then there's 5. And the others? Who remembers? Who can count that high these days?

Once upon a time there was a telling fable about an ant and a grasshopper:

In a field one summer's day a Grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart's content. An Ant passed by, bearing along with great toil an ear of corn he was taking to the nest.

"Why not come and chat with me," said the Grasshopper, "instead of toiling and moiling in that way?"

"I am helping to lay up food for the winter," said the Ant, "and recommend you to do the same."

So goes that tale no longer told. And of course, the chirping grasshopper goes blathering along his merry way with his iPod set on shuffle. But the winter does come, by and by, as it always must.

If it were only a few grasshoppers blathering about the country right now, the ants among us could rest easy. But, alas, it has now gone far beyond that and we have delivered unto ourselves the government and media we deserve: a plague of locusts.

It's a good thing our very post-post-modern Americans have made sure to kill God. If they hadn't they'd recognize the locusts as the eighth plague with two more on the way: darkness and the death of the firstborn.

Posted by Vanderleun at March 29, 2007 2:39 PM
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Maybe we could solve the two biggest problems facing mankind with the push of one button (so to say). We could kill all of those who seek to destroy us AND end global warming with a nuclear winter centered over one of those middle eastern countries...the countries most of today's youth can't locate on a labelled map.

Posted by: gabrielpicasso at March 29, 2007 3:23 PM

Yup, that pretty much says it all.

Ain't it great.

Took the Romans 300 years to throw it away.

We're doing it in one congress.

Must be a record.

But let's see what happens when they blow up a school.

And [G-d forbid] parents are burying their kids--as punishment for living in a dream-dance to the tune of cumbaya.

Maybe there are still enough Jacksonians left.

Posted by: Professor Plum at March 29, 2007 4:10 PM

All just revellers at Prince Prospero's ball now, hoping the Green Death will pass, or Kassandras, going mad from foresight. What to do anymore?

Posted by: DB at March 29, 2007 5:09 PM

I am sickened by what we are allowing to happen right before our eyes. It's really not THAT complicated to understand -- yet, we simply sit and watch, as if (nahhhh), it will never happen ....

Posted by: Gull at March 29, 2007 6:37 PM

The ant and the grass hopper, Humptey Dumptey, the goose that laid the golden egg. All gone now, no longer lessons. Just vaguely remembered faerie tales.

One nation under God took us pretty far. If we do lose it now, perhaps some future group will take it a bit more to heart.

Posted by: Dennis at March 29, 2007 7:13 PM

You forgot about The Little Red Hen.

Another fable now apropros.

Posted by: Yanni Znaio at March 29, 2007 7:49 PM

Someone said, "Cheer up, things could be worse." So I cheered up and, sure enough, things got worse.

Posted by: udopia at March 30, 2007 7:34 AM

Funny thing about this website, and this article in particular: it's both uplifting and depressing at the same time.

Posted by: Joe Fusco at March 30, 2007 10:04 AM

Baha'is view this dissolution of the old, dysfunctional ways as a natural outcome of the attitudes and values generated by UNBELIEF.

Jesus warned us that the Righteousness that is Christ would be returning when 3 processes came to fruition, and although those 3 processes (Matt 24:14, Luke 21:24, Matt 24:15) CAN BE SEEN to have come to fruition in 1844, humankind has little interest in investigating the One Who came May 23, 1844, let alone OBEYING Him and His successor, the Lord of Hosts promised in 6,000 years of prophetic records from around the world.

So we blather.

Terrified by what we've become, bereft of the Love and Knowledge brought by Baha'u'llah, we rationalize our hatred and ignorance, our sloth and greed, our lust and cupidity, institutionalize it and go to churches and mosques and temples AS IF the Lord of Hosts had not come, AS IF Jesus chose the wrong words or didn't know His words would point to 1844!

Oh, yeah, that's right... religion is unimportant because God is dead. Business as usual. Pass me the Loboto-Sauce, please...

Posted by: Karridine at March 30, 2007 8:00 PM

Yes, the nanny staters, multiculturalists, education establishmentarians, and all the other "progressives" have done a thorough job of putting Emersonian self-reliance on the endangered species list. I suppose we must add to this rogues' gallery a certain type of big business person, for while the social democrats have actively invaded our standards of personal responsibility, he has contributed to our passively accepting the insults. But, of course, we must not excuse ourselves, for ultimately each of us chooses whether to accept at least one of these enervations whenever we harken to the siren song of "social justice." Milton Friedman once remarked that all we need do to find whom to blame for the massive debts resulting from our nationalized pension scheme was to look into the mirror.

Posted by: Gilbert Brahms at March 31, 2007 8:03 AM

The media likes to refer to 9/11 as a tragedy. Ah, the 9/11 tragedy, those poor souls, taken down by those tall weak structures (as though the towers fell because they were shorted on cement)...Ah, yes, what can you do? - it was a great tragedy after all.

That's the attitude I don't get. To witness
the lethality of jihad murder on 9/11 and think that you can appease it or face it down with benevolent equanimity.

We, Americans, don't know how good we've got it (had it). There's a rough ride on the way; hang on everyone.

Posted by: Das at March 31, 2007 11:46 AM

Now you have made me feel bad, and I have to take anti psychotics, so I can calmly deal with my kids who are demanding counseling because I ruined their lives.

Posted by: epaminondas at April 1, 2007 4:36 AM

post a comment.
nay, send a comment,

and I will post it
if it fit

into this bit
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Posted by: 2801 Fulton at April 2, 2007 1:59 PM

Is there any hope for the future or do we just listen as the band plays on and the stewards rearrange the deck chairs?

Posted by: walt moffett at April 2, 2007 9:53 PM


I don't get to your site often, but just wanted to let you know that when I do, I find your writing extraordinary and the postings exceptional.

Posted by: CeeCee at April 9, 2007 12:53 AM

Woodstock Diplomacy

I was ten years old when Woodstock occurred so I really didn't know all that much about it. But now I've come to the conclusion, after checking things out a bit, that this one event began the decline of Western Civilization. I'm sure that those in attendance would all be proud of that.

First off, I discover that the bastards actually made money on it. Capitalist pigs!!!

Thanks to that fab generation we still have plenty of sex (along with plenty of STD's) and drugs, but the rock seems to have gone the way of Janis and Jimi. We now get to enjoy all that Rap, though, wit da ho, ho, hoes. Who needs to talk in syllables and sentences, anyway?

I don't know if Nancy Pelosi ever attended Woodstock, but she acts as though she never quite got over that one "bad trip". Her eyes fluttering and she's always wearing some kind of weird smile. Maybe it is just a natural high.

To me she is the modern feminist version of Neville Chamberlain. Her and her party are willing to concede Iraq to whomever, the same way that Chamberlain gave up Czechoslovakia to Hitler. So much for freedom. What country will be next? And then? And then... I guess it just isn't worth it when so much can be gained politically by retreating. After all there is no more Global War on Terror. The dems just declared it. Puff. Gone. Just sit down with Assad, place a daisy in the barrel of his AK, kiss his tookis. Problem solved.

Nancy took this oath: I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter: So help me God.

Does she care one iota about the Constitution? After all, it was written by dead white guys a long time ago. It appears that the job of most politicians today is to dissolve the United States of America as quickly as possible. We are the problem. Not China, Russia, Iran, Syria, or Islamists.

Nancy, are you going sharia on us in the name of "peace"? You looked great in the Khimar. You'd look so much better with the standard black niqab, though.

Where are the feminists in NOW concerning Islamic women and children? Nowhere. That's because you are FOS. You got your power. You made out OK. How about the women in the Middle East? You say "that's their culture". You say that because you are FOS. If you really cared about women you'd be marching on embassies and the UN demanding women not be treated as property and submitted to female circumcisions.

My contempt for this generation of "liberals" is utterly immense. Freedom is an archaic term to them now.

Posted by: JD at April 13, 2007 8:29 AM