Sorry — not much to say here the past few days. I’ve been distracted, and the muse is silent. Even the biggish stories — the Holder resignation, for example — have left me flat. (I do hope, however, that somebody is backing up that man’s hard-drive.)
Also, there’s only so much of this vox clamanti in deserto stuff a person can do without a certain weariness setting in; hollering up a drainpipe is hoarsening. Even Cassandra had to give it a rest now and again. The red pill is bracing, and clears the vision as advertised, but it has some debilitating side effects.
Our man Derb expressed this very well indeed in an essay he published this summer. (The penultimate paragraph is an unbeliever’s cri de coeur.) He seemed almost ready to chuck it all, and go live in the Matrix. It was infectiously dispiriting. (Fortunately, he seems still to be under the influence of the carmine lozenge.)
I’m very aware also that the whole tone and content of this blog has changed during the span of my own course of treatment. To those readers who liked it better before, all I can say is that when one awakens from pleasant dreams to find oneself in a burning building, one is likely to focus on rousing the other inhabitants, perhaps even at the expense of pleasanter topics.
On the other hand, if anyone ever saw the Matrix for what it was, it was H.L. Mencken — yet he had this to say:
We live in a land of abounding quackeries, and if we do not learn to laugh we succumb to the melancholy disease which afflicts the race of viewers-with-alarm. I have had too good a time in this world to go down that chute. I have witnessed, in my day, the discovery, enthronement and subsequent collapse of a vast army of uplifters and world-savers, and am firmly convinced that all of them were mountebanks. We produce such mountebanks in greater numbers than any other country, and they climb to heights seldom equalled elsewhere. Nevertheless we survive, and not only survive but flourish. In no other country known to me is life as safe and agreeable, taking one day with another, as it is in These States. Even in a Great Depression few if any starve, and even in a great war the number who suffer by it is vastly surpassed by the number who fatten on it and enjoy it. Thus my view of my country is predominantly tolerable and amiable. I do not believe in democracy, but I am perfectly willing to admit that it provides the only really amusing form of government ever endured by mankind.
I dunno. That was a long time ago, and what was local then — a lumpy lymph-node here, a little spot on the X-ray there — is now metastatic, and the prognosis looks grim. But maybe he’s right: maybe that other disease he mentioned, the melancholy one, is what gets you.
Oh well. “Life’s persistent questions”, and all that. Back soon.
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The sad thing is that as bad as the news seems to always be, and from a racial perspective, it is bad indeed with the black on white attacks seeming epidemic these days, it will get rapidly worse as demography changes apace. If you had a kid in the last couple of years, he’ll already be a minority amongst his fellows at school.
And with the anti-white nonsense that they pound into kids heads in school, it’s no wonder they feel justified attacking whites. Who wouldn’t feel resentment if your taught to believe that whites are responsible for your every woe. You start to see the people being demonized by propaganda as less than human and deserving of whatever they get. “White Privilege” and other such nonsense is meant to dehumanize. The truly insane thing is that it is often Whites that come up with and disseminate that rot.
The only heartening thing is the hope that surely the present suicidal acceptance of anti-white doctrine and behavior *by whites* cannot last (can it?) How long can a lie live even while your people are being attacked.
That’s the big question, isn’t it? In such a situation, it’s a race between the attackers (and their useful-idiot enablers) and those who haven’t succumbed to the mass hysteria. Yet.
It is analogous to approaching a black hole: once you have crossed the event horizon, the party’s over. Forever.
Frankly.
I’m worried y’all is unnecessarily chopfallen and in danger of gettin’ dreary eyed.
Always bear in mind we been in tight spots before and whenever y’all get to thinking we ain’t got our better angels …
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwqPBlSxb-0