(From "To Una" by Robinson Jeffers)
It is not Europe alone that is falling
Into blood and fire.
Decline and fall have been dancing in all men's souls
For a long while.
Sometime at the last gasp comes peace
To every soul.
Never to mine until I find out and speak
The things that I know....
Humm I was just looking up Jeffers To the Stonecutters.
Unless this results in a generational unflinching “delenda est Carthago” commitment to take out the threat by its very roots, then candlelight vigils and calls for solidarity feel like the increasingly hollow gestures of an emasculated and desolate civilization — one which long ago abandoned the metaphysical commitments that could have helped it withstand this very present danger.
It's come to survival of the fittest. How long will decency and self-respect be held suspect by our Pied Pipers, our venal vipers?
As the Hebraist offered, "If I am not for myself, who am I? And if I am only for myself, what am I? And if not now, when?"
We have fallen for a lot of crap. Where's the current evidence for what we stand for?
Ms. Daphne's back (I mean, Ms. Daphne has returned; I was not prescribing that anyone LOOK at Ms. Daphne's back---a rewarding sight though that might be)---and as eloquent (and no doubt as sassy) as ever she was.
"Lance! Are you obsessing about Ms. Daphne again!"
"I have not stopped obsessing about Ms. Daphne, my Queen." [imperious harridan]
"What did you say, cur?"
"I said, 'I'm impervious to Harrison.'"
"Who is Harrison?"
"No idea. Possibly someone."
Open carry time.