I’ve been watching Father Ted and the character of Father Jack has given me a new appreciation of the word “fec”. Short and to the point, it is meant to substitute for the word “fuck” but being an overly obvious substitution and given its use in contexts where the word “fuck” can not be used, it actually ends up sounding more offensive that “fuck”. But that is not the reason for this post.
Over the last couple of days I have learned a lot. I had already resolved myself to the fact that democracy and free enterprise were unsustainable due to the ability of people to borrow, steal and spend at an accelerating rate until the system crashes. All the politics in the world can only exert the smallest influence on the timing of the collapse and no one really knows what will happen when everyone hits the wall at the same time so there is no one left to bailout and borrow our way into the next pre-crisis period. Nothing lasts forever.
But I had not yet realized that there is another accelerating trend: the increase in absolute vainly. I had thought that I was at the point where the vile nature of the media and their leftist politicians could not shock me anymore. I knew I would continue to be disgusted by them but not surprised enough to be shocked. These last two days since the Arizona mass shooting by a left-wing, 9-11 truther who hates Christianity, burns the American flag and has deep psychological disconnect with reality have certainly revealed that that day will never come. (I included the description of the shooter because as time goes by, this man is being rewritten into a member of a free-market reactionary movement which is stereotyped by these same rewriters as being hyper-patriotic, bible-clingers).
The left-wing publishing/broadcasting media, Academia and socialists politicians, hereafter referred to as “our betters” will always have a new order of magnitude of gut twisting awfulness to jump to. Eventually you will see TV newscasters ransoming the children of their enemies on the nightly news and eating live babies on the Sunday morning talk show circuit, only to dig up something worse for the next year. But things probably will not get to that level for at least another 5 years.
There is nothing left to be done now. No shareholders’ revolts are going to change the nature of the media corporations. No voting or protesting is going to put sane, intelligent people into power. The Tea Party movement was merely whistling past the graveyard. Our betters know what they are doing and pretending it hasn’t happened or can be changed is just delusion.
We need to learn to love the declining of society and hope that there is enough left at the end to rebuild with. I am not a big fan of poetry but a Rudyard Kipling seems appropriate at this time:
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
And that is the reason that, rather than being a man, I prefer to be a SEAGULL! KEEE KEEE KEEE!!!!!