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July 30, 2014

The rot goes beyond the academic.

The whole epicene circus smells of weakness of character.
Watching our prancing half-men and furry co-eds, I wonder what would happen to them if it rained hard. America today lives in an unconsciously precarious equilibrium. Some two or three percent of the population grow food for an urbanized country that has never shot a rabbit, baited a hook, or existed other than in the world of McDonald’s, dope, and latchkey afternoons. They seem never to have been in a schoolyard fight, never had to take care of themselves, defend themselves, or to understand that one day they might have to do it. What if one day Mommy, or Mommy Washington, isn’t around to take care of them? Any disruption—riots, for example, that stopped the flow of food trucks into the cities—would cause devastation.
Fred On Everything

Posted by gerardvanderleun at July 30, 2014 11:17 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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I lately get the impression I am sitting on the edge of a sharp knife waiting to be sliced in half. I have a neighbor woman across the road who told me recently "Forget about it and it will go away" when I mentioned that our nation was currently under attack by foreigners.

These damn fools are literally living in a complete vacuum.

Posted by: Terry [TypeKey Profile Page] at July 30, 2014 12:53 PM

Out here in the hinterlands, I shall sit on the porch with my rifle and enjoy the news broadcasts about the big city excitement. My neighbors are all rustics, retired farmers, and like myself capable of building a house and wiring it. We're either former cops or military, the neighborhood WILL remain peaceful.

Posted by: Vermont Woodchuck [TypeKey Profile Page] at July 30, 2014 3:20 PM

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