So, if I’ve sounded somewhat distracted in comments, that’s because I’ve been. I spent yesterday installing a program I needed in the publishing computer, which of course didn’t go according to spec. Could I have made a better use of my time? Probably, but I felt more than ¾ dead. I’m not sure I’m okay today (6/26) but I had so much to do I couldn’t pause to examine the question. There were medical appointments, taking the cats to boarding, repairman appointments, and making sure the house-sitting/outdoor cat feeding was arranged. (The other cats had to be boarded because they are all on meds, and that’s not something we can ask our friend Charles to deal with as well as the house and Greebo, particularly since his schedule is … erratic). There was also putting up my columns for PJmedia in advance, and now I think I can’t put these up in advance – not far enough – since I will be leaving here in the wee hours to get our plane out of Denver. Right now, I’m doing the last batch of young-guys pants, while all my electronics charge in front of me. (This is like dancing before me,only not.)
And the reason you shouldn’t jump off the ledge while I’m gone is because ya’ll are a big bright spot in my life which contains entirely too much work. You’ve become sort of a little, remote, imaginary family. (Well, sort of imaginary. I mean, I’m almost sure you’re not in my head.) You guys and my real family sometimes keep me from jumping off the ledge.
I don’t wish to imagine a world in which we are facing the same economic/national security challenges (It seems the motto of this administration is “Millions for tribute, not a penny for defense.” This will NOT end well) without having each other to at least make gallows humor about the situation with?
Are we going to crash? Are we going to crash soon?
I was on a site today where someone was saying “America will be all right, because America will always be all right. It is your racist, sexist America that is dying.”
I’d like to point that this person a) believes in magic b) doesn’t have the slightest clue what he’s talking about. c) knows no history d) is engaging in Olympic-grade projection e)is industrial-level stupid.
Will America always be all right? Well, the fields and the streams, and the purple mountain majesty of the song that the progressives would like to be our anthem will always be there or at least for geologic ages, and since I don’t believe the hubris-laden notion that we do much to it, will be impervious to what we puny humans enjoy or suffer on its surface.
But as for “America” as we’ve known it, as constituted… there are days I think it’s only here anymore in our hearts. It’s certainly not here in the hearts and minds of our public servants.
So it’s time to think good and hard about that consent of the governed, because that America should be here. It’s what I signed up for. It’s what you signed up for. It’s what some of us (me too!) took an oath to protect and defend. And it’s been going away since before we were born…
So it might take a while to bring back.
Will we crash before then? Will a crash be needed to restore sanity?
I don’t know. Did we find the horn of plenty somewhere that forever dispenses benes? No? then probably we’ll crash and crash hard. Because what can’t go on won’t go on, and printing money doesn’t make wealth, it just makes representations of wealth.
But these people don’t understand that. They’ve gone far down the rabbit hole and think the symbol is the thing. (Anyone for picketing outside the various mints with signs saying “Stop the presses”?)
I’d rather take the crash – and honest, even a hard crash will NOT be Mad Max. No, trust me. This is the same reason that after 9/11 we didn’t enact Escape From New York. Americans are about the most decent people in the world – and have it out of the way than have it blight my kids lives. I think most of us would rather that.
The Huns will be all right, I think, even in a crash. We have resources, we have knowledge, we know how to do things. We might not be as fast or as lean as we once were (I’m working on it. Smoke out of the air would help!) but we are full of ingenuity and we don’t play by Marquess the Queensbury rules.
However, our kids are varying grades of young, and I we have friends and acquaintances and people who hold dear who will suffer.
So part of us wants to hold back the crash. And part wants to rush it.
It’s like when I was little, and I pulled my own teeth, because my mom doing it hurt more. We want to control the manner and way of impact.
Racist? Bah. Would be very interesting for me to be racist, considering Portuguese are the original melting pot (not as peaceful as the US.) I take people as they are and look to the content of their character. It is the people who assume certain races and ethnic groups (including mine) need help forever who are racist. And annoying.
Sexist? Bah. I even have friends who are women. Not that I care. I’m interested EXACTLY in one person when it comes to gender and orientation: my husband. The rest of you, men or women, gay or straight, I’m interested in your minds only. (Sorry, dahlings, I love you for your minds.) It is those who assume women must be helped and treated like children forever and protected from facts (And words. Don’t protect them from words, they become, you know, able to think, and then where would we be.)who are the sexists.
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I think “Marxism is a computer virus for taking civilization apart.” It unleashes envy, hatred and all unkindness onto society and treats them as virtues. It separates into opposing groups people who would otherwise be allies.
If we crash, will be defeat it? Will it be eliminated?
I don’t think so. What you have to understand is that like other viruses it might have become part of our DNA. Fairness was a brilliant idea in a small hominid band. Now? Not so much. Can’t be achieved. But envy, going under the name of fairness, can destroy all.
But I think we’re going to be too poor to afford the madness of Marxism. I think the gods of the copybook headings are returning.
Good? No. But better the alternative.
So don’t jump off the ledge while I’m gone. You’ll be needed for the rebuilding, and you can’t desert a post of honor.
Pardon the scattered post. If you’re going to Chattanooga, the Huns are trying to meet for Breakfast at the city café at 9:30 on Saturday, though the time might move if I have a panel at that time. (I can’t find the schedule. I’m THAT with it.)
You’ll also see me in the suite, probably with a single malt, if I can convince Speaker to share.
And if you’re NOT going to Chattanooga, be good. And don’t forget me while I’m gone, because I have a kindle fire, and I’ll be checking up on ya’ll.
I HOPE to have a chapter of Rogue Magic for you bright and early on Friday. Stay tuned.