When my parents got married, the priest who married them gave them as a wedding gift the book he had written (and I think self-published. It had that look.) It was called Impious Men, and in it he had collected all the more salacious bits about historical horrors: Roman Emperors, other rulers who slept with horses or bathed in the blood of virgins, the craziest bits of the Aztecs, perhaps. I don’t know because I never finished the thing. I read a bit here and a bit there, in the sort of mood one watches a trainwreck.
You see, I discovered it when I was in my teens, while looking for something among mom’s emergency reserve food storage (which got tapped into quite often when price controls unexpectedly failed to work and bring abundance, and store shelves were bare.)
I think I was looking for canned fish, because I was alone in the house with my brother and had to cook something for dinner. Anyway, in the middle of all of it, towards the back, hidden under the reserve toilet paper, was this book. This was a weird place for even mom to store a book, so I’m going to assume she had the same reaction to the stupid thing that I had.
This was an age at which I read EVERYTHING, including the instructions on medicine I never intended to take. But I left that book unfinished. It was just — bizarre.
I think the man was very serious, and trying to catalogue these actions by these men. I’m sure the ending moral was something about how these men lacked a moral compass. Oh, h*ll yeah, they lacked a moral compass, but there was more to it than that.
Look, I am not a good person. I’m going to admit if I were Empress of the known world tomorrow there are some people (I have a little list) who would be sent to a deserted, heavily guarded isle, and never allowed near civilization again. Other than that, I suspect the worst I would do would be to become incredibly lazy and spend night and day surfing the net for cryptozoology or whatever. I might also give people very odd gifts. You know, my older son totally needs a pet elephant.
But the stuff this man catalogued was just… incredible. Incredible in the original sense. In my early teens, I read it going “Good heavens, I’m sure this is exaggerated, the equivalent of Rome’s tabloids.”
It might have been. Some historians think so.
But as the sewer of wikileaks runs out into the open, and as people whisper of pedophilia, and rituals that whether they are occult or not, are definitely disgusting and bizarrely boring at the same time, I keep thinking “maybe that stuff in antiquity was true too.”
It’s hard for normal people to believe. The mind cannot accept a world where ever greater defiance of other people’s taboos, ever greater depraved lunacy, brings nothing but ennui.
And yet I completely understand how the left got where it is. Having conquered the media/industrial complex, they are always painted in the best colors. Even Hillary’s corrupt and possibly treasonous handling of secret information (no matter what they tell us, 40% of this nation had or has secret clearance. We know how anyone else in her position would be treated. Prison is the beginning of it. We certainly wouldn’t be giving them a chance at the presidency. Except most of the people don’t know anything about what she did or how awful it was, about the horrors of wikileaks (and stop kidding us there too. No, the Russians did NOT change every email) about the kakistocracy of the Clinton foundation. They know nothing, because the MSM is now fully and openly partisan. They keep talking about how qualified Hillary is, but nothing about how criminal Hillary is.
And that is the problem.
Humans are social apes. We are human within the confines of society. As in ape bands, we do things to establish our dominance and that we’re special. For those of us with no morals whatsoever these can be very bad. For those of us who are raised or who accepted an ethos of “defiance over rules” and “Morality is for the little people” it can be worse.
We call this nostalgie de la boue (A desire for the mud.)
Sure you can trace a straight line from the romantics wishing to go back to a simpler life, or to idolize the middle ages over their own time, to our present pedophile, treasonous, bodily secretion eating lunatics. But the difference is the romantics were kept in check. there were people who despised them and ridiculed them.
Now the ID is enthroned, and these people, truly, have run out of room to establish that they’re all that. (This is perhaps complicated by the fact that when it comes to handling anything real they are extremely incompetent and must know so, right? I mean, they must know they’re not that good.) So all that is left to them is to continue breaking more and more and worse and worse taboos, to continue pushing the envelope, to continue breaking other people’s morals (they have none) in a show of their dominance.
And the problem is that they don’t really enjoy any of it. They’re doing this partly because they can, partly because they think that’s what everyone else would do in their position, and partly because they don’t know what else to do with themselves. But the hammer doesn’t fall, some of us — the few who know — are disgusted and despise them, and the vast majority of people know nothing of this.
Our would be elites are vastly unhappy people, aping both daring and pleasure, and consumed by enui and meaninglessness. They’re not alone. I was recently re-reading the Black Count and the things they mention almost in passing, such as that the court of Louis XV engaged in orgies in the dark, where you did whatever, with whatever sex. And yet they were all bored and filled with self-loathing.
That is the lot of those for whom the sum entire of their lives is following their increasingly more bizarre appetites. Humans are a scavenger species. We are made to strive. Their liberal privilege means they can’t strive. No matter how bad they are they’ll be acclaimed as good. Like the Roman emperors, they can’t get anything but adulation.
Whatever happens on Tuesday, look for this to get worse. As long as the MSM has control of the public opinion, look for the dive into the mud to get worse and worse.
But historically there is a limit to how deep that dive gets. Historically it all ends in “Aristo, Aristo a la lantern.”
In the end their “pleasures” for all the harm they can cause to innocents, are just the repetition of other similar “pleasures” which leave no trace behind except horror and disgust. The world moves on. They’re not world altering or life-changing, except where they kill millions of people through intention or incompetence.
In the end they’re nothing but dead men walking.
In the end we win, they lose.