More thinking. Listening to “Dargaard, “Rise and Fall“, 2004,
Not a well known band. Not a popular theme with our current crop of “Brights”. After all, they know everything, see everything, and “understand” all the reality that matters. Right?
Well, Canada Day, last Wednesday, they (our Bright Masters) banned public fireworks displays and parades and such abominations in the name of “Social Distancing”.
And here in the Shire, in the heart of flyover country, we flipped them the bird and went ahead and had a parade anyway, and the best fireworks display I remember in years.
And today, the Fourth of July, we hear that the folks in California did essentially the same thing to their Masters. Who’d have figured Californians for growing some. so there are still a few folks around who haven’t bent over to the Progressive tide washing away our civilization. A number of legal rulings in recent years in the U.S. and Canada (by the “Supremes”)have come down on the side of the progressive meme that “Natural Law” no longer applies to our “Society”, our “Civilization”.
Now we see some conflict in the enemy camp, as the LGBTQ faction claim no relationship with NAMBLA, and NAMBLA tries to claim membership in the LGBTQ “movement”. But mostly we are drowning in BLM violence and hate. And the very people whose lives are supposed to matter are the greatest victims of their own violence, along with the highest abortion rate in the country … all supported by Democrats and Planned Parenthood. Yea, right … BLM … sure they do.
But, aside from the tragedy of BLM it IS somewhat amusing to see various tribes of Progressives trying to put distance between their claim to legitimacy and other tribes who are still “Beyond the Pale” and make them uncomfortable. What’s next? Marrying your sheep? And what about the 95% of the world population who are even more uncomfortable with the whole LGBTQ meme than the LGBTQ folks are uncomfortable with the NAMBLA meme? What about us?
But we are still the “Polite Society”, unless of course we notice someone who disagrees with us and our current views on society and morality … then we become … well, not so nice. The silver lining in all of this is that “Anthropogenic Global Warming” has completely stopped being a thing … replaced by “Pandemic Hysteria” and face masks have replaced Blue-Boxes as the new badge of “Virtue Signaling.
What is “Civilization”? What is “Society”? O Canada, Our home and native land … the only thing left to history will be the fossil record … in Canada that will be “Fossilized Minds”. Ban Fossil Fools! What about our “cultural decline”? How do we stack up?
What were the habits and cultural trends when the Greeks sank into oblivion? When Rome sank into oblivion? When the Eastern Empire sank into oblivion? France? Wiemar? The mighty Soviet colossus? Just the first few that come to mind, the list is endless spanning all of history.
David Warren recently posted: “A platitude, widely circulated in my youth, held that “ideas have consequences.” It is true, after a fashion. It is especially true of stupid ideas. Already, half a century ago, in the universities I was determined to avoid (except their libraries, and interesting professors), it seemed to me that “Dullness” reigned. This is the goddess who presides over The Dunciad, of Alexander Pope. According to my diagnosis at the time, the intellectual life of Canada, at least, was governed by malice, borne of mediocrity, or worse — conveyed in a (sickeningly sweet) syrup medium of affected niceness. But was this ever not so?
Looking back, I see how I overestimated my own intelligence, and underestimated my arrogance. For I was, like many others, a willful child; just other-willed from most. Nonetheless, I was aware that a generation of American draft dodgers were infiltrating our schools, and linking up with our native “commies,” who likewise had no taste for learning. Rather their ideal of education was agitprop: not the thing itself, but protesting the thing.”
So Joe quotes from Alexander Pope:
“Religion blushing veils her sacred fires,
And unawares Morality expires.
Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine;
Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine!
Lo! thy dread empire Chaos! is restored:
Light dies before thy uncreating word;
Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall,
And universal darkness buries all.
- Book IV, line 649. The Dunciad, of Alexander Pope.
Happy Canada Day! Justin forbid that we might be speaking moistly! Horrors! A hundred people watching a Canada Day parade, the spectators outnumbered by the participants in the parade on main street although many others showed up later further down the route, all scattered down the parade route in little groups and knots of whispering families no group closer than 10 or twenty feet from each other, no candy being thrown from the parade floats, no screaming children running gaily around, where have they all gone?
What is to be done when the life goes out of a culture and a society, the idea of “natural law” ridiculed and abandoned; when appetites and passions rule and all civilized restraint is cast aside on the alter of self indulgence? Is there anything to be done to redeem or restore the wreckage as the slide into the pit of deviance and degradation continues at an ever increasing rate?
I think not. There are no believers to uphold the right, the just, the moral. There is dissension everywhere, eloquent wisdom of the jackals, pandering to a phalanx of followers and hangers on. A cloistered parenthesis of tawdry trepidation staring runny eyed into the infernal chasm of the banal. The kingdom of the Chestless, and the Dull.
Looking upon the daily actions and proclamations, the daily supplications to this and that, some of us gain some wisdom but it is not the wisdom of the wise, not the wisdom of this age, or of the rulers of this age. All these must pass away, and come to nothing. looking back over the last four thousand years there is not one exception to this, regardless of how sure each generation was in their righteousness and power, “Look on my works ye mighty, and despair”.
No ruler or wise man in their generation understand this because they are blinded by their own brilliance and think”Of course, how could it be otherwise”? Jealousy and Strife are rampant. Our ancestors only laid a foundation. We are the current work gang, the current builders. We decide how the structure grows or falls, and the Justices, the Supremes, are anything but…
The image is a link. Arrogance, pride and immorality, greed, rivalry, fraud, drunkenness, drugs, adultery, fornication, promiscuity, deviance, prostitution, gluttony, recourse to the courts, brother against brother, sister against sister, mother against father and father against mother, slavery, mutilation, bestiality, sacrifice and taxes, an endless list of human travail.
All of us are “knowledgeable” and our knowledge puffs us up with self importance, does not our knowledge invite us to hold forth about things about which we know nothing based on our perceived expertise in another area? If anyone thinks he knows something he just has not yet realized that he knows nothing. It is what we don’t know we don’t know that bites us to death.
We easily follow dumb idols, wealth power, sex, self importance, self esteem, influence, possessions, standing in the community, what are our personal idols? I speak in poetry and wisdom in honeyed tones. All shall LOVE ME and despair. All shall abide by my directions. I understand mysteries, I prophecy a future of comfort and plenty for all.
BUT … somewhere in here, in my daily Gedankenexperiment, my tunes changed to this …
Am I patient and kind? Am I Jealous or boastful? Am I arrogant or rude? Do I insist on my own way? Do I rejoice at other’s experience of misfortune? Am I irritable and resentful? Do I bear inconvenient events and happenings with patience and good will? Do I give folks the benefit of the doubt? Am I cynical? Have I no hope? Thinking on how I live my life … there seems to be a large amount of room to be bitten by what I don’t know I don’t know. About the only thing that seems obvious is that we have seen all of this before, many many, times throughout history.
Rewriting history to hide the unpleasant truth doesn’t help one to avoid the consequences of our actions. We are history in the making. What has come before doesn’t fill me with joy at our potential. Do you ever feel like you are a Centurion in the Ninth Legion, standing night watch, looking out over Hadrian’s Wall, the loneliest outpost of the empire, with a cold wet winter breeze rustling your hair in little puffs, and a chill runs down your back because you can’t see what is coming at you in the dark, and Rome is crumbling behind you?
“Happy Canada Day everyone!”, and “Happy Fourth if July”.