Take this Cup
by Circle or Line
It is difficult sometimes not to be a rage junkie. This is one of those times. First this:
And just to let you know that I also appreciate the subtle side of things I let loose my favorite dog of war, Emperor Misha:
So let’s see if we get this right: Some putrid prick-pustule pisslamist puke from the Afghan Army that we trained and armed, that wouldn’t even exist if it hadn’t been for our blood and treasure, some goat-humping savage barbarian who’d be hiding out from the Taliban that we liberated them from went and murdered two of our officers in cold blood because we burned books the pisslamist pig-molesters themselves had defaced …
And WE’RE the ones owing somebody an apology???
Fuck YOU, Comrade Barack Petukh Hussein O-bow-and-scrape-ma!
It’s time to follow the Imperial Three-Step:
1) Withdraw all our and allied personnel.
2) Turn Ashcanistan into a glass-covered, radioactive parking lot.
3) Issue a press statement to the world saying only this: “And we’ve got plenty more where THAT came from! Questions?”
There’s your fix of rage for the day. Best when ingested in small doses – otherwise addiction follows. And a rage junkie can easily become a despair junkie also:
Did then the conservatives fail?
In defense of the right, it needs be said. They were no more capable of preventing these revolutionary changes in how people think and believe about God and man, right and wrong, good and evil, than were the French of the Vendee to turn back the revolution of 1789.
Converting a people to new ways of thinking about fundamental truths is beyond the realm of politics and requires a John Wesley or a St. Paul.
The social, political and moral revolutions of the 1960s have changed America irretrievably. And they have put down roots and converted a vast slice of the nation.
In order to love one’s country, said Edmund Burke, one’s country ought to be lovely. Is it still? Reid Buckley, brother of Bill, replies, “I am obliged to make a public declaration that I cannot love my country. – We are vile.”
And so what is the conservative’s role in an America many believe has not only lost its way but seems to be losing its mind?
What is it now that conservatives must conserve?
Like rage, despair is best quaffed in such small mouthfuls. Otherwise one can get caught in its net not only in broad historical terms but also on the strategic level. Here is the quote of the week, perhaps of the entire primary campaign. Jonathan Tobin:
What the GOP needs are not more RINOs or right-leaning Washington establishment types like Richard Lugar (whom Brooks lauds but is in fact, a more reliable indicator of conventional wisdom on most issues than any liberal establishment pundit), but leaders who care about ideas and have the ability to convince the nation to get behind them and then govern accordingly. It is the absence of such persons in the presidential race that is the GOP’s problem in 2012.
Yes, the worker bees continue to work:
But all of this is completely irrelevant anyway. When debtpocalypse happens – then the blood will truly – literally – start to flow in the streets.
Ludwig von Mises:
There is no means of avoiding the final collapse of a boom brought about by credit (debt) expansion. The alternative is only whether the crisis should come sooner as the result of a voluntary abandonment of further credit (debt) expansion, or later as a final and total catastrophe of the currency system involved.
America is doomed. Drink up – it’s almost closing time.
Feel better now? Cheers.
Now of course the deeper problem here is that the addiction is not really to the underlying issues we think we are defending. It is to a mode of thinking (or rather, un-thinking) that has completely replaced the older medieval synthesis of faith and reason. That synthesis genuinely valued debate and sought always to pursue it as a means of achieving genuine knowledge. These days everyone just slings mud. Witness a famous rage boozer (curious that he keeps saying “sorry, I’ve tried”, as if what he is being asked to do is a series of acrobatics instead of merely consider something) dragged back to the points by a sober analyst: