The image above was made by a friend as the election loomed and we were sure that Donald Trump was a moby. The “Unicorn Cavalry” is Larry Correia’s term for the Libertarian Party. Or was, when the party adhered to, you know, Libertarianism.
Unfortunately 2016 was when they epically misread the tea leaves, or perhaps consulted the world class brains of college libertarians and decided what libertarianism actually should be is “just like what Bernie Sanders is emitting out of his mouth hole.”
Liberty suddenly meant not liberty to pursue happiness with no hinderance, but liberty to pursue happiness because someone else was paying for your necessities. I.e. your liberty required the enslavement of others. (At least their fractional enslavement for tax payment, but that sort of thing always progresses and places like the Soviet Union had functional enslavement, in which you had to work at that which you were assigned. (For which the slaves rebelled as they always do, by merely pretending to work.) And this they called freedom.
Facebook kicked it up the other day as “a memory” because being designed for grandma’s to show off their photos, or people to post pictures of their lunch, they think it will bring a misty-eyed tear to my eye.
What it did was make me stare at it a long time and go “You know, the Libertarian party isn’t it, but we REALLY are the 16th division of the Unicorn Cavalry, us.”
Let me explain: In 2016, those of us who had had enough stuck our horn up and pierced the contented fundaments of the establishment. Since then they’ve been running around with saws trying to cut the horns off, but only succeeding here and there, temporarily, and causing more unicorns to appear amid the newly woken. Half the time, the left has resorted to tying pillows to their behind (the idiotic barbed wire and guards in DC, etc. But that only shows their fear.
But Sarah…. unicorns? We’re not air dreamers. In fact, we’re the ones who are in touch with reality.
Sure, sure. But imagine how the left feels. Unicorns are supposed to be non-existent or very rare. And suddenly, there they are, everywhere, chasing them with sharpened “let’s go Brandon” horns and with “We don’t believe you won the election, your fraudsters” horns, and with “no, I won’t believe anything you say” horns. (Which in this case is what “horny” means. I suppose it would be better as hornery, but eh. The pun is funny.) And everything they do to make the unicorns rare, only makes them come back in greater numbers.
Worse, unicorns are basically purity detectors. Yes, I know. “Virginity.” Meh. There are a ton of medieval stories in which being a virgin was not the point, being pure/good was.
And yet, we’re rising up against people who consider themselves pure and good.
And we’re the 16th because we started in 2016.
I’m here to make a sincere, heartfelt plea that you — quixotically, to the measure you can do it — join the 16th division of the Unicorn Cavalry, and sharpen your horn to a razor point.
It’s a rhetorical horn, because most of us are indeed “keyboard commandos.” Not — I emphasize this — because we demand we start a war, or that others shed blood on our behalf, but because most of our work is ideas and words.
And it is desperately needed. And yes, we might already be much too late.
Let me explain?
I have said before, (And Bill Whittle, who is at least as depressive as I am) agreed, that we’ve already won the war against the current wave of Marxist globalists.
We have won, because reality fights on our side. As it’s been increasingly obvious, these people don’t understand how anything works, beyond perhaps academic politics, and they keep trying to bring to life models that can’t and won’t work.
The problem is “We” and “Won.”
We, who are not globalists are winning and will ultimately win. A great fracturing is taking place. And the big conglomerate of the left will try very hard to impose their nonsense on us and fail.
But what comes next is not won. In most of the world, it won’t be the American model as it’s supposed to be. They never understood (and don’t wish to understand) our Constitution, for instance.
Will it be a return to a constitutional republic here. Well, one can hope and fight for it, but the chances are actually vanishingly small.
At this point, the overwhelming chance is that we’ll fall to the nationalist empire form. We’d already started to with Woodrow Wilson, accelerated with FDR and the movement that way has continued, slowed down by two notable presidents.
At this point, gut tells me, Starship Troopers is the best case scenario. And that, if you look at it, is ultimately globalist, just not short term. Because a society that oriented towards the military (lip service to other forms of service notwithstanding) will become an empire.
Honestly? I could live in the Starship Troopers universe. (Shrug.) It ain’t wonderful, and it will be war-inclined and tend to ossify and restrict improvement. But it could be much worse and probably will be.
That is the part — not the “they will impose world wide communism” or “The current elites have it all sewn up” — where I’m genuinely pessimistic. Yeah, we might change it, but it will take a miracle, or an army of unicorns.
Why? Because I know the rest of the world. I know Europe, know people in Africa (yes, including tribal members), and have a passing touch and go knowledge of central and South America (look, my cousins there are scary, okay? Mostly I get reports third hand.)
We’re thoroughly penetrated and corrupted by Marxism here. Even people on our side, gaming what happens next tend to default to the models they’ve seen in entertainment and read about in history books…. mostly written by Marxists.
I keep coming across bizarrely weird glitches in people who are otherwise rational. Like, someone will be analyzing the Regency in England and suddenly will say something like “Well, people were being forced to work in these horrible factories and live in horrible conditions in cities.” At which point I want to collectively grab them by scruff and bitch slap the indoctrination out of them.
In fact, if you read books written at the time, not by crazy Marxists like Dickens, or pay attention to the industrialization taking place in real time before our eyes in the third world, you’ll know that the Marxist bullshit about the Dark Satanic Mills was, like everything Marx made much of, basically bullshit and hot air.
People were having trouble holding onto tenants on their land, and servants in their manors, because conditions int he city were better. And working in factories was both less work and less demeaning than being a domestic servant. (Don’t believe me? Read biographies. Even the best make some passing reference to stuff that makes your hair stand on end, like the fact that your employer had a say over who you married.)
Of course the upper class also loved the Dickensinian portrait of cities and mills, because it might convince Millie-maid to stay in the manor, even though she gets up at 4 am to sew the master’s newspaper (trust me on this) and goes to bed at midnight after blacking the stove, and the master’s son is starting to get handsy with her.
But the fact that Marxism has penetrated that thoroughly means everything that the industrial civilization is built on is corrupted. Everywhere. (Yes, Europe too.)
It turns out the horrible things happening to the culture are not the result of decadence, either.
Okay, so Russia/the USSR is only ever good at one thing: propaganda and bullshit.
Mind you, they were never that good, but they had every writer, entertainer, journalist and academic on their side by the early-to-middle twentieth century, each one doing his part, in complete accord (a prospiracy, not a conspiracy) to help sell these narratives. And the narratives are simple. Once you have the outline, you can help build it without any profound understanding. (Which is why it’s also full of contradictions, and at war with reality but if you have enough adherents you can cover that up because none of them want to wake up. Waking up means losing friends, sometimes family, and becoming one of the pariahs. One of the “stupid.”
So, what the propaganda has done is sell the idea that a lot of things are “decadence” when what they actually are is the reaction of an invaded culture to having another culture imposed from above. Remember the idiotic mouse-habitat experiment, in which all these terrible things were the result of overpopulation and abundance? Turns out it was rigged (I know you’re shocked.) What it actually is is the result of individuals losing defined roles in society. Adjusting from mice: The women become whores, the men become thugs, babies become eaten, and adolescents develop all sorts of pathologies.
What you’re seeing, when you complain of our decadence has bloody nothing to do with decadence. It is the result of a foreign and very strange cult imposing its will on us, and therefore causing a loss of “role” for most people in the society.
The left attacked the idea of… well, everything that competed with dictates from the state: religion, marriage, family hierarchy, normal friendship, and on and on and on.
And humans can’t survive without a defined role and a defined purpose. We’re creatures who must see ourselves as part of the story.
The left’s idea was that everyone would buy into the great communist future and our role would be to bring that about.
Except since the USSR fell, most sane people know that’s bullshit, and only the terminal neurotics embrace that shit unironically with the kind of fervor reserved for death cults. (Which it is.)
And that’s the biggest thing we’re fighting against. The left’s grip on the culture is crashing. But there is nothing else for people to embrace. From the bizarre way even some anti-left people embraced masks and not-a-vax you can tell anything will do.
These are drowning people, trying to reach for something, anything.
Well, I don’t know what will happen in the rest of the world. Not my circus, not my monkeys.
But in the US it is imperative that we both mock and deride the left, before they can add more crimes to their toll. The ones they managed during the Covidiocy were enough, thank you so much. (Unless you call mass Gerontocide not a crime. And we won’t mention the cognitive impairment of a generation of babies and toddlers. Again, this is my training. Most of you might not realize that if you don’t form language before three, you never will. For a vast number of these children, the impairment is permanent.)
At the same time we need to push the model that works: The US Constitution.
It’s funny, you know, because in The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress, the Professor says that the Constitution was for an agrarian society and wouldn’t work for an industrial one. He was wrong, though I could see Heinlein repeating the “wisdom” of his generation. The Constitution would have worked fine, had it not been abandoned for the sexier centralized models of governance from Europe.
More importantly, the Constitution is much better suited than the centralized model (which is what is collapsing now) for a post-mass-manufacturing society. As both information and manufacturing diversify and individualize, the constitution is the answer to what ails us.
The rest of the world won’t embrace it — probably — but you know, not my circus, not my monkeys. We can at least provide a model and be a shiny city upon a hill.
So, what can you do? Be the unicorn cavalry. Be the keyboard commandos.
First of all, keep making what you think and feel known, to the measure of the possible in your position.
Look, even if all you do is show other people they’re not utterly alone by putting a “I did that” sticker on a gas pump, you’ve done good work that day. Steve linked this article in comments, and it made me giggle. Go read it, and then I’ll tell you what’s so funny. I don’t know if that gas station manager is a lefty or just congenitally stupid. (The answer might be both of course.)
Ready? The really funny part is that the writer echoes the managers sentiments without realizing how bloody stupid they are.
First, he says one or two people have “complained about the stickers.” and made his life miserable. But he’s scraping five to six off the pumps every day. Um…. that tells you how sentiment is running, but he doesn’t seem to realize that. (Unless he’s really, really deep.)
Second, he goes on and on about how Biden doesn’t shop there, so why are you doing this.
My giggle became a guffaw at that point. And that’s why I suspect he’s a leftist. He thinks any demonstration must be to attract the attention of and plea with/complain to the person in authority.
In fact, this one? is about letting other people we see what’s happening to the gas prices and we know whose fault it is. Considering the way the Brandon Junta and the mealy mouthed press report it, you’d think the rise in prices is inexplicable and strange, and not the fact of his stopping our oil independence on the first week in office.
It is important for other people to know they’re not the only ones who see it. You are supporting other people, some of them deep embeds who can’t speak. It’s an act of mercy and defiance both.
Defiance? Well, yes, because you’re countering the media narrative. And of course Exxon doesn’t like it and tries to repress it, because they are, of course, convinced that the future is on the other side, and that only hicks are against the globalists.
So what you’re doing too is slowly chipping at those assurances implanted by the universities in the minds of educated people. Do it enough and their fear will swing the other way, and they’ll start putting the stickers on themselves, to try to appease the majority of people. Because that’s how craven managers act.
Heck, do it enough and maybe they’ll ignore Brandon, tell him to take a hike, and drill, baby, drill before the children are crying for food in the dark. It’s unlikely, but we can hope.
I need you to be the people who don’t exist: Believers in life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness, and our Constitution.
I need you to join the Unicorn Cavalry, and explode marxist myths, media narratives, and the evil, dark doings of the global cabal.
I need you to produce pithy sayings, interesting memes, narrative-stopping polemics, and rude gestures.
I need you to step up. Yes, it will take a miracle. (But then we’re only mostly dead.)
And who best to produce a miracle than us, mythical and Odd beasts who aren’t supposed to exist?
Sharpen your horn, lower your head.
Hands comfortably on the keyboard?
It’s time to charge.