Random Reflections In Vertigo
Sleep tight.– All this, so that seventy million frightened children may dream unto their graves, and finally unto their own private parcel of hell, in the warm cocoon of the most shameful mass delusion in world history. If their idol dies first, what will they do? I almost typed “frightened American children,” but decided not to sully the memory of a great country that once was, by associating its name with the distinctly non-American weaklings who are currently burying it.
Tit for tat. — For a century, the sober and rational response to the illiberal intrusions of the collectivist authoritarianism of the left was Marcus Aurelius’ advice, “The best revenge is not to be like that.” Sobriety and reason now forsaken, today’s alleged opponents of collectivist authoritarianism merely seek to assert the very same unlimited state power to overturn what they call “Marxism,” in the name of imposing their own preferred collectivist compliance on everyone instead. When the power of language fails, there is nothing left but coercion.
“But our views are right, that’s the difference!”
The fruit that grows from the soil of a hundred and fifty years of public schooling.
Patience. — Who knows where the world will be in ten years? We do, however, know this with a fair degree of certainty: In ten years, Donald Trump and Vladimir Putin will be dead and gone. How much of the civilized world will they have buried with them by then? All in the name of their respective personal vices and pathetic over-compensations, along with their shared disdain for human nature.
They say you should never wish away time.
Spiralling along. — Trump and his goons are now openly teasing the faithful with the idea of a third term. His cult has been following him on a path of ever-more brazen rejection of the U.S. Constitution for so long that this notion does not even make any of them blink. On the contrary, his media mouthpieces are so busy smearing all opposition to Trump as “judicial tyranny” (Fake Reaganite Number 1 Mark Levin), or excusing his flagrant sell-out of global freedom to the will of Vladimir Putin as Trump’s “understandable concern with the appalling loss of life on both sides” (Pop-Intellectual Poseur Number 27 Douglas Murray), that I have no doubt whatsoever that every single one of those seventy million true believers would walk into a polling booth in November 2028 and tick Trump’s name without a moment’s hesitation. If I am to be totally honest, I believe he would have their wholehearted support if he simply cancelled the next election altogether, claiming “the survival of America” as his excuse.
Trump himself is a vainglorious emotional retard with a mind focused always and exclusively on what he calls “winning” (and what a reasonable analyst would call sociopathic infantilism). That his followers are not merely blind to this, but actually worship him for it, is something akin to a miracle in the inverted universe of human stupidity.
