What Next?

My previous post was, I have to admit, pretty gloomy even for me. It’s been difficult to watch events unfold over the last year or so without getting the feeling that the USA as it has existed for the past two-and-a-half centuries has reached a point of fatal exhaustion. (Looking at the familiar cycle that great nations and empires have gone through in the past only reinforces the conclusion.) In particular the abandonment of any lingering pretense of securing our border, and the resulting mass influx of hungry outsiders, brings to mind a near-perfect metaphor: forensic entomology“. (Now that you know what that is, just try to keep that idea out of your head next time you think about the border crisis.)

Still, something has to happen in America; we aren’t all just going to lie down and die. Commenter Jason had this to say:

Unless you believe that the U.S. needs to dissolve peacefully (i.e. constitutionally and lawfully), or you’re one of those intrepid bloggers (and his commentators) who intend to create an American Zion extra-legally – which probably would be beyond the purview of Motus Mentis! – I’m not sure there’s an alternative to attempting to resuscitate this “corpse.” Somehow the fractious peoples of the republic will have to learn to live together, or else. I wonder Malcolm if you and other commentators are underestimating the vast reservoirs of goodness and decency that still reside in many citizens. From my perspective it’s vital that such men of good will adapt some form of resistance, powerfully fueled by the deiform and secular virtues – without which action will I suspect become cruel and counterproductive. America’s soft majority need to call the hard minority’s bluff, from the realms of excessive COVID tyranny to laxity regarding immigration. And this will require the father of virtues, courage.

There’s a lot there. One thing at a time:

Can the US dissolve peacefully? Constitutionally? Lawfully?

I don’t think it can do so constitutionally, but I don’t think that really matters. It’s pretty easy at this point to make the case that the Constitution means very little anymore anyway, and of course if we get to the point of actually dissolving the United States, why would anyone even care what the Constitution says? After all, the Constitution is no longer just the document ratified in 1788, plus a few amendments; it has been so monstrously deformed since then by activist judicial interpretation that the Framers would find it unrecognizable. The remarkable John Randolph of Roanoke saw this coming, and in a speech against the amendability of constitutions given in 1829, had this to say:

“I have remarked since the commencement of our deliberations — and with no small surprise — a very great anxiety to provide for futurity.
Gentlemen, for example, are not content with any present discussion of the Constitution, unless we always consent to prescribe for all time hereafter. I had always thought him the most skillful physician who, when called to a patient, relieved him of the existing malady, without undertaking to prescribe for such as he might by possibility endure thereafter. . . .

Dr. Franklin, who, in shrewdness, especially in all that related to domestic life, was never excelled, used to say, that two movings were equal to one fire. So to any people, two Constitutions are worse than a fire. And gentlemen, as if they were afraid that this besetting sin of Republican Governments, this rerum novarum lubido, (to use a very homely phase but one that comes pat to the purpose,) this maggot of innovation, would cease to bite, are here gravely making provision, that this Constitution, which we should consider as a remedy for all the ills of the body politic, may itself be amended or modified at any future time.

Sir, I am against any such provision. I should as soon think of introducing into a marriage contract a provision
for divorce; and thus poisoning the greatest blessing of mankind and its very source at its fountainhead. He has seen little and has reflected less, who does not know that “necessity” is the great, powerful, governing principle of affairs here.

Sir, I am not going into that question which puzzled Pandemonium, the
question of liberty and necessity, “Free will, fix’d fate, foreknowledge absolute”; but, I do contend, that necessity is one of the principal instruments of all the good that man enjoys. The happiness of the connubial union itself depends greatly on necessity; and when you touch this, you touch the arch, the key-stone of the arch, on which the happiness and well-being of society
is founded. . .

Sir, what are we about? Have we not been the undoing of what the wiser heads — I must be permitted to say so — yes, sir, what the wiser heads of our ancestors did more than half a century ago? Can any one believe that we, by any amendments of ours — by any of our scribbling on that parchment — any amulet — any legerdemain — charm — abracadabra — of ours, can prevent our sons from doing the same thing? That is, from doing as they please, just as we are doing what we please?

It is impossible. Who can bind posterity? When I hear gentlemen talk of making a Constitution “for all time” and introducing provisions into it, “for all time” and yet see men here, that are older than the Constitution we are about to destroy … it reminds me of the truces and peaces in Europe. They always begin, “In the name of the most holy and undivided Trinity,” and go on to declare, “there shall be perfect and perpetual peace and unity between the subject of such and such potentates, for all time to come” and, in less than seven years, they are at war again.

. . . Sir, the great opprobrium of popular Government, is its instability… I see no wisdom in making this provision for future changes. You must give Governments time to operate on the people, and give the people time to become gradually assimilated to their institutions. Almost any thing is better than this state of perpetual uncertainty.”

If anything at all is certain in the America of 2021, it is that we have entered precisely that state of perpetual uncertainty. Our political life is simply a see-sawing contest for absolute power, like two people fighting over the wheel of a speeding car. The Constitution of 1788 is in rags and tatters, and the ruling oligarchy simply does what it likes, without the least regard for law or Constitution, and dares the people to stop it. (What, for example, would the Framers have said about the CDC issuing an eviction moratorium? They would have pronounced the Constitution dead, and called on patriots to take up arms in defense of their inalienable liberties.)

So forget about the US dissolving “constitutionally”; the point is moot.

How about “peacefully”? This is made difficult by the geographical interpenetration of the disputing factions. Our last civil war, which was a sanguinary catastrophe, was at least simple: one contiguous region wished to disconnect itself from another. A civil war between Blue and Red, by contrast, would look more like Yugoslavia. Or Rwanda. Some sort of peaceable mitosis is imaginable, I suppose, but in a nation so heavily armed, the odds of violence seems high. This in turn is compounded by the relentless whipping-up of racial and tribal hatred in the past couple of decades, beginning in earnest under the Obama administration. (Can you think of a more suicidally idiotic policy for a rapidly diversifying nation, with a long history of racial tension, than to make racial and tribal grievances the focus of all politics, media, and education? I can’t.)

Jason is hopeful about the “vast reservoirs of goodness and decency that still reside in many citizens”. I am too: if there’s any hope at all, it’s there. But even if that reservoir of decency is sufficient to prevent bloody war, we still have to confront the fact that the American system of politics and government are by now exhausted, denatured, bloated, and irredeemably corrupted. We must remember also a point I’ve made here before: that the American “form” was designed to suit a particular “matter” — the colonial population of America — and that the matter itself has changed profoundly. The system of libertarian government the Framers created was suited only to a people possessed of the virtues necessary to govern themselves. Only such a people could live in ordered liberty under a minimal government. We are — to put it mildly — no longer such a people. This is not to say that such people no longer exist in America — scores of millions of them still do — but they are now scattered, and are rapidly, by malicious design, being outnumbered. If they can withdraw together to some part of the continent, and be left alone to dos so, they might be able to create some sort of rump America. (If!) But the U.S. government needs, at the very least, some sort of reboot.

Finally, this:

From my perspective it’s vital that such men of good will adapt some form of resistance, powerfully fueled by the deiform and secular virtues – without which action will I suspect become cruel and counterproductive.

I agree, and perhaps there is indeed some hope there. But this post is already long enough, and I’ll save this for the next one.

So, Here We Are

As I mentioned in the previous post, one of the reasons I hadn’t been writing much was that I thought things had got, gradually then quite suddenly, to such a state that further diagnosis and analysis had begun to seem pointless.

Trump had been ousted. The shenanigans that tainted the elections were so swaggeringly, pugnaciously, defiantly blatant, and the coordinated clampdown on any serious investigation likewise, that scores of millions of citizens lost all faith in the democratic process. The American people’s ovine submission to arbitrary authority, and to the capricious suspension of their most sacred rights by jumped-up petty tyrants, made it clear that the brawny and virile spirit that had once tamed a continent and risen to be the awe and envy of the world had sunk, after too many decades of easeful satiety, into flabby and timorous senescence.

The election was awarded to a career politician, now a gibbering dotard: a sniffer and groper of women known to all as a lifelong mediocrity, a rent-seeking jellyfish and fabulist whose long career at the public trough was distinguished only by his willingness to adopt whatever side of any issue would, for the moment, secure his incumbency, and by occasional exposures as a plagiarist. His running-mate, now only an unsteady heartbeat away from the Presidency, is a cackling, charmless schemer with so little appeal to anyone at all that she was the very first to be eliminated in last year’s primary races — but who, for no apparent reason beyond her sex and race, wafted up to take a place on the ticket.

Since taking office the new Administration has presided over: the systematic dismantling of America’s newly accomplished energy independence; the distribution of, and arrogation of credit for, vaccines that Mr. Trump had managed to bring into existence in record time; the flinging open of our southern border so as to admit to the bosom of the nation, without let or hindrance, a surging mass of intruders from parts unknown and unknowable; the increasingly naked attainder of the founding American stock, and of the heroes and traditions and culture they cherish, in a vendetta of racial hatred; the accelerating replacement of the rule of law by the whim of a ruling oligarchy, which was given a tremendous boost by the seizure of “emergency powers” during the pandemic, and by the enforced atomization and isolation that those enhanced powers made possible.

Meanwhile the Democrats, having for the moment got hold of the House of Representatives, have wasted no time in setting up what can only be called, to borrow a term that I learned from the Sopranos, a “bust-out“: the pillaging, to the tune of trillions, of the wealth of the nation and the inheritance of our children in order to bankroll an orgy of present consumption (and to secure the allegiance of the millions of voters they are systematically enfeebling and addicting to government dependency).

While all of this (and much more) has been going on, dissenters have been banned from social media, fired from their jobs, harassed and assaulted by mobs, harried with lawsuits and prosecutions, and denied access to financial services, web-hosting, conference centers, and more. The poisonous “1619 Project” — which makes Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States look like Johnny Tremain — has been adopted by schools across the nation for the instruction of our young children (whenever, that is, the kids are given a break from learning polyvalent sexual technique).

All nuance and subtlety has been drained from political, social, and educational life, along with all the complexities that used to flow from the infinite variety of individual personhood; all that remains is the boxing-up of everyone and everything into a row of bins, labeled by simple sexual and racial markers and sorted according to levels of oppression. All personal qualities above and beyond these crude categorizations are scraped off in the process, because they no longer matter.

Faith in the press, and in the institutions of government, are almost completely gone, because they have made it so abundantly clear that their respect for us is gone. Whatever framework of honor, laws, decency and tradition restrained them, however slightly, in the past is now gone as well; all that remains is the struggle for dominance. They tell us lies: daily, casually, nonchalantly, and entirely without remorse. The sense that, as fellow Americans, we are “all in this together” is now just rose-tinted nostalgia, a wistful memory of a vanished past — a past now seen as so irredeemably wicked that it must be trampled into oblivion.

I could go on and on, but you get the idea. As I said above, what good does it do to keep pointing these things out? Everyone sees all of it already, and everyone who might object to any of it already does.

I’m sixty-five years old. The America I grew up in is a dead nation walking. No doubt its twitching corpse will totter on for a while yet, but it will not recover.

Can some part of it live on? Should it?

Brushing Off The Cobwebs

I’m glad to be able to start getting back to normal operations here.

I haven’t really written much since the election. At first it was because I was, quite frankly, just too dispirited: the nasty shoulder injury I’d had back in the summer had made it difficult to type, and the forced discontinuation of my normal exercise routine had had a depressing influence on my state of mind in general. I had surgery for the shoulder in September, but the recovery was slow and painful, and the meds made it tiresome to concentrate. Meanwhile, it seemed that things were going to hell in the outside world in pretty much exactly the way I’d been most worried they might, and so my own specialty in these pages, which had been diagnosis and prediction, seemed suddenly rather beside the point.

By February or so I’d begun getting back to normal, physically and mentally, but then my wife and I decided it was time, after nearly 40 years of living in the same house, to put it up for sale. The process, which seemed at first to be going smoothly and simply, suddenly encountered some unexpected problems and setbacks (a story I might tell some other time), and we lost what had been the perfect buyers. Because we live in one of the bluest, Wokest neighborhoods in the nation, and given my own unfashionable opinions and the persecutorial tone of the times, I decided that it would be prudent, just for the time it might take to get the place sold, to keep a low online profile so as not to scare anyone off. (While it would be hard for me to imagine not buying a property I wanted merely because I might disagree with the owner’s thoughtful interpretation of history and current events, I realized that we are, at the moment, deeply in the grip of a mass religious hysteria, and that in such times anything is possible.) I figured the world could do without my depressing commentary for a little while — especially as the time for diagnosis is now mostly behind us, and things are, I think, going to roll forward from here with a heedless momentum of their own.

I look forward to beginning to write again this week. I’m afraid, though, that I’m a bit rusty. I’m afraid, also, that I am going to have to work hard not to sound rather badly blackpilled; the situation in the West has deteriorated very sharply in these last months.

I may also divert a little from what had become my primary focus over the last few years. These months of relative seclusion have been for me a bit of a study in getting older, in “keeping one’s head when all about you are losing theirs”, and a few other things that might be worth talking about.

Back soon.

Home Stretch

Still here. I’m anticipating, any day now, a long-awaited conclusion to a stressful process that has caused me, as a matter of prudence and caution, to keep a low online profile for the past several months. (I will explain later, but at this point I don’t want to jinx anything.)

Lord knows there’s plenty to comment on! – none of it good.

Nearly There

I’m getting ready to put things back to normal here, but I probably won’t be posting anything new just yet. Thank you all for your patience.

Service Notice

I’ve reopened the site for now, but may soon have to take it offline again for a bit. Sorry about the weird situation here.

Service Notice

We’re still on a break here. I do hope to be back in another weeks or two. Thanks as always for coming by – and do feel free to browse our archive, or try the “Random Post” link at top right.

Service Notice

I know it’s been awfully slow around here lately. It will likely be that way for another few weeks, I’m sorry to say, and I may even take the blog offline for a brief interval. (If that happens, feel free to write me and I’ll explain; my email is still the same old obvious one.)

I hope to be able to get things back to normal later in the spring.

Stick The Fork In

From last night’s Grammy Awards: here is the state of American “culture”.

A while ago I wrote that it is a sign of an ascending civilization that what is lower aspires to what is higher, while the reverse is true of a civilization in decline. In the golden age of Hollywood, eros was Fred Astaire dancing with Rita Hayworth, while authors, composers, and philosophers graced the covers of popular magazines. Our colleges and universities taught the great canon of Western literature and classical thought in order to cherish, preserve, and advance a magnificent cultural heritage thousands of years old.

And… here we are now. Draw your own conclusions.

H.R. 1319

Off to the White House it goes. It will be signed into law by Friday, if Mr. Biden can still lift a pen. (The full text of the thing is here, if you have a strong stomach, low blood pressure, and a month or two to read it.)

“When the people find that they can vote themselves money, that will herald the end of the republic.”

– B. Franklin

Time Out

“The worst pain a man can suffer: to have insight into much and power over nothing.”

– Herodotus

Airstrikes In Syria

36 days in. Here we go.

Michael Anton On Our Reichstag Fire And Its Aftermath

Here’s Michael Anton (with whom, in 2018, we had a brief exchange in the linked series of posts starting here), writing recently at Claremont Review of Books:

The vast majority of those who went to the Capitol did so without a plan, but they did have a goal: to be heard. Which was also the reason they voted for Donald Trump in the first place: they had not been heard in at least 30 years. But the actions of a few not only ensured that they would not be heard, but that instead they would get an earful of the same stuff most of them have been hearing their entire lives, only this time much louder: that everyone in the heartland, at least half the South, and anyone who voted for Trump is deplorable and irredeemable; that America itself is systemically racist; that most or all police are stormtroopers; that equal treatment under law is unjust; and that there are, fundamentally, two classes of people in the United States: the genetically deserving and the genetically guilty.

And now, in addition to all that, calls from the wise and good to investigate and “hold accountable” and cleanse from industry and employment people who did not storm the Capitol but who simply supported a politician and his agenda, as if this were somehow criminal. The Washington Post’s Eugene Robinson has proposed an effort to “deprogram” Trump voters. Prominent members of the Democratic Party such as former Labor Secretary Robert Reich have called for a “truth and reconciliation commission” like the kind that has followed the fall of shameful autocratic regimes. (And that, not coincidentally, uncovered little truth and produced even less reconciliation.) The Berggruen Institute’s Nils Gilman—a man who, perhaps not incidentally, recently called for my death—is having none of that. “These people need to be extirpated from politics,” he recently tweeted.

In Gilman and company’s eyes, Trump’s voters have no moral, political, or intellectual standing and no legitimate interests—only obligations arising from their inborn moral culpability. There is no reason at all to address their concerns or listen to them. Indeed, it’s dangerous even to let them speak lest they lead others into error. Worst of all is to allow them to organize around what they perceive as their interests, which inevitably leads them to express and perpetuate racism and other sins.

So that’s what Trump supporters hear; what do they see? Double standards and hypocrisy everywhere. Mike Flynn’s life ruined over a non-crime while the man who ruined it, James Comey, laughs about his handiwork on an Upper East Side stage. Four years of constant lies about Russian collusion and no reckoning, either for those who broke the law to get it going, or those who used their megaphone to keep it going. Changes to the voting system designed to help one party and marginalize theirs. A country flooded with immigration for more than half a century, padding the votes of the other party, driving down wages, and enriching oligarchs. A trade regime seemingly designed to ship their jobs overseas, close their factories, and empty out their towns. A media and intellectual class that no longer makes any pretense of fairness or objectivity but openly operates as the propaganda arm of the regime—to the extent it is not itself the regime. And now, an increasing tendency to demonize all dissent as terrorism and lock out of the political system—permanently—at least 47% of the population.

Read the whole thing here.

Meanwhile, the indefatigable JK has brought to our attention a podcast in which Andrew Sullivan “debates” Mr. Anton on Trumpism, the election, and the events of January 6th. (I dithered briefly about whether to use the scare-quotes around “debates”; you should listen to it here, and then tell me whether you think I was right to do so.)

Service Notice

Sorry to have gone all quiet here again. We are getting our house ready to sell, and having lived here since 1982, it’s a huge task. By the time we get to the end of each day — which is when I usually have some time to write — we’re whipped.

I’ll post up interesting links when I run across them, but I won’t be doing much more than that for a little while yet.

I will take a moment here to note that we’ve just landed the Perseverance rover on the surface of Mars, and it is happily transmitting data from its new home.

Rush Limbaugh Is Dead

How terribly sad this is. I really don’t know what to say… perhaps later. For now I’ll just quote Charles de Gaulle:

“The cemeteries are full of indispensable men.”

Another One Gone

I was deeply saddened to hear that the great jazz/Latin keyboardist and composer Chick Corea has died, at the age of 79. He was one of the towering musical artists of our time, and I’ve been a huge fan for more than fifty years (I first heard him play on Miles Davis’s groundbreaking album Bitches Brew, way back in 1970).

In the early Seventies Mr. Corea was bandleader of a variety of ensembles called Return to Forever, which had both acoustic and electric incarnations.

Here’s an early RTF classic, Spain:

And here’s the electric band, playing a lively number called Captain Señor Mouse:

Sadly, I never had a chance to work with Chick Corea in the studio. How I wish I had!

He will be sorely missed.

The Enemy Within

This post was just reprinted at American Greatness, so I’ve taken it down from here for a little while. Please read it over at their website.

Reminder

All healthy organisms, societies included, stabilize in a dynamic equilibrium by managing energy throughput (which of course means that they depend on increasing the entropy of the larger system that supports them).

“Rightism” acknowledges that there are natural principles that determine sustainable configurations and hierarchies, and incorporates that knowledge into societies as traditions.

This vast, incorporated knowledge is far greater than any individual can know or account for in detail. Much of what makes healthy systems stable is that they acknowledge, and adjust to, natural laws and relations.

“Leftism” imposes a far shallower understanding (and set of artificial goals) on this incomprehensibly complex reality, and usually starts by resenting hierarchies, distinctions, and differences.

Because it quickly drives the system away from natural optima it starts leaking heath, prosperity, happiness — which only makes it double down. (Example: our sudden political shift from “equality” to “equity”.) In this way it becomes parasitic on what the system it seeks to destroy has built up.

Once that’s all spent, it collapses.

The disconnection between natural order and intellectually, ideologically imposed “order” is like the difference between just letting your muscle-memory play a difficult piece of music and thinking about how your fingers are going to strike each note.

One produces listenable music, and the other doesn’t.

National Archive

A while back the New York Times mounted a direct assault on American patriotism called “The 1619 Project”, which sought to promote the idea that the founding of the American nation was nothing more than an act of organized evil, with its only basis and purpose the subjugation of other races by white, male, Europeans. Despite its blatantly hateful and corrosive intent, and its countless historical inaccuracies, the Project has been adopted by school-boards across the nation for the indoctrination of millions of our children.

To counter this vile attack on civic pride and national cohesion, President Trump assembled a panel of scholars and patriots to produce a response. The panel was called, understandably, “The 1776 Project”, and one of its primary aims was to explain in simple language the founding philosophy of the United States: a philosophy grounded in the idea that the essential purpose of American self-government is to secure a free people’s natural rights and liberties.

Joe Biden made the 1776 Project’s annihilation one of his top priorities upon seizing the Presidency, and extinguished it by executive order on his first day.

During its brief lifespan the now-defunct panel produced a single report, which has since been taken down from U.S. Government websites. I have, however, preserved a copy. Read it here.

Watershed

Here we are. It’s been a long twelve months: from sailing along at the beginning of 2020 with a booming economy and gathering momentum for a second Trump administration, and for holding terminal decline at bay for a precious few more years, to COVID, St. George Floyd, a long hot summer of government-sanctioned rioting for BLM and brutal lockdowns for the rest of us, capricious and unconstitutional changes to election law, media blackouts and Big Tech censorship of negative stories about the Bidens, deplatforming of the Right on social media, an election clearly tainted by the most audacious chicanery, characterization of any call to investigate said chicanery as supporting a white-supremacist coup, a synchronized move from calling Trump supporters “deplorables” and “racists” to characterizing them as actual terrorists, continuous gaslighting by all media, and finally, just today, the inauguration of a corrupt, senile groper almost certainly compromised by Communist China — someone whom scores of millions of patriotic Americans believe to have been illegitimately elected — as our forty-sixth President. Meanwhile the “Gigaphone” saturates all media, telling us that if we think anything’s wrong with any of this, we’re just troublemakers who ought to be — and soon will be — dealt with. Everything’s fine now, nothing to see here, and now we can all just relax and enjoy the Unity.

Until now, I have never been what is called an “accelerationist” — someone who wants bad times to get worse as quickly as possible, in order to provoke a necessary counter-reaction. Those people — I know lots of them — wanted Biden to win. I, on the other hand, worried that those who still loved the traditional American nation were as yet ill-prepared to resist in any coherent fashion the relentless, entropic pressure of our new secular religion, and so I hoped for another four years for Trump, to buy some much-needed time to prepare some sort of “ark” that might ride out the gathering storm.

Alas, it was not to be. We lost — not only the Presidency, but control of the Senate as well. And after what we saw in the election and its aftermath, about half the nation has also lost its faith in fair elections, and in the Supreme Court as any sort of backstop. (That same Court may also soon be deformed, by adding seats, into a mere rubber-stamp for further incursions upon what remains of the Constitution.)

I see two possible futures. (The one in which we all come together, reach across the aisle, realize that “what the heck, deep down we’re all still Americans“, and just hug it out is not a possible future.)

One is a gradual “frog-boiling”, in which the great ratcheting away of liberty and the traditional order that moved so far in 2020 continues indefinitely, while the former American nation, drowsy, atomized and supine, turns increasingly toward the great bosom of the State for all support and guidance — as urban dysfunction, declining public safety, disintegration of civil society and public trust, and venomous squabbling amongst a hodge-podge of mutually resentful identity groups for pieces of an ever-dwindling pie become more and more normal. Technological surveillance and a Chinese-style “social credit” system will keep troublemakers in their place, while the great yeastlike masses turn ever more inward, distracted and pacified by drugs, alcohol, pornography, and virtual entertainment. This is, I fear, all too likely, because it’s so easy: all it will take, to quote Burke, is “for good men to do nothing” — until it’s too late.

The other is some sort of genuine awakening. The frog must somehow realize, at last, what’s happening to it, and leap from the pot — which will only happen if those now in charge make the mistake of heating the water too quickly. And in the exultation of their victory, their humiliating defeat of Donald Trump, their sudden ascension to the zenith of political power, and their lust for vengeance upon the rabble that dared to usurp their throne for four years, those now in charge seem primed to do exactly that.

So yes: I’m an accelerationist now. There is no longer any reason not to be. Mr. Biden, Ms. Harris, Mr. Schumer, Ms. Pelosi, Ms. Tlaib, Ms. Pressley, Ms. Ocasio-Cortez, and all the rest of you: bring on your Agenda!

Pack the Court. Fling open the borders. Add a few states. Savage our new-found energy-independence in the name of “saving the planet”. Jam your critical-race theory down our throats. Rezone our towns and villages. Tax and tax and tax us until we groan, so that we can entice the world to swamp our frontiers for “free” healthcare, education, and money. Raise the minimum wage — hell, why stop at a measly $15? Make it $50! — until millions more lose their jobs and have to go on the dole. Boot us off social media for our (formerly mainstream) opinions. Steal some more elections. Get cracking with that Green New Deal. Cozy back up to Iran. Make sure to remind us all the while that anybody who doesn’t like it (and all white people, just because) is a “hater” (or, now, a terrorist!) whose voice has no place in polite society. Make sure also, throughout, to have the media fawn over you just as much as they threw daggers at Donald Trump, and the American citizens who voted for him, for four long years. And come after our guns.

Let’s get on with it.

E Uno, Duo

For a couple of years now, radio host John Batchelor has had historian Michael Vlahos drop by on Friday evenings to discuss whether America is embroiled in a civil war. (Gee, what do you think, readers?)

The segments are short, and Professor Vlahos always has something interesting to say. This past Friday he used a metaphor that I haven’t heard elsewhere, and that I’m surprised I hadn’t thought of myself: mitosis.

In this ten-minute audio clip, Vlahos also talks about “vengeance cycles”, and the coming auto-da-fe. Worth your time.

Sounds About Right

From our e-pal Bill Keezer comes a handy checklist:

Nothing Is Real

The fog of war is abroad in the land, and in every direction sturdy, familiar realities dissolve into grotesque phantasms and chimeras. Trumpets and bullhorns blare in the smoke and chaos. The ground trembles and shifts under our feet.

One thing seems clear, I think: this Republic, as we have known it in our lifetimes and understood it to have existed for 243 years, is over. I hear the voices of stout “conservatives” talking about political strategy, and about how we will vote ourselves back into power — as if the nation we loved still lived, and was just going through a difficult spell. But the reality is a familiar one from science fiction: the friend or loved one we hope to nurse back to health is dead, gone, replaced by some ghastly alien who wears his body as a costume. I’m reminded of “Edgar” from Men In Black, whose hollowed-out corpse was put on by a roach-like monster who wore it around town even as it began to rot and stink.

 
We are going to have a lot of work to do, and we’d better start figuring out just what that means. But first I think we have to understand that, as hard as it is to accept, the USA of 2021 is no longer Edgar.

“Typical A.P. Work”

Here’s Michael Yon — who knows more about this sort of thing than anyone — about the role of Antifa in the Capitol riot.

Nothing To See Here

Curtis Yarvin, the former Moldbug, commented at once on yesterday’s big fizzle. In a post written late yesterday, he offered a quote from Twitter:

The Internet impresario Kantbot, who has become one of the most obnoxious literary talents since Marx or possibly Wyndham Lewis, still captured the day perfectly:

Imagine storming the Capital of the United States as the government of the country literally fucking flees and then just wandering around the building confused about why the level isn’t ending instead of declaring a new government and issuing warrants for congressmen’s arrest

Mr. Yarvin also quoted the German writer Ernst von Salomon, who said that “nothing is worse than the kind of German general who marches up to the Rubicon, then sits down to fish.”

The remarkable thing yesterday was that all those fed-up Americans actually had a chance to see, for a minute, how easy it all can be, if you have any idea what it is you actually want to do, and are determined and organized. (I mean, a hundred million people or more with the same general idea isn’t exactly nothing, unless they want to be.) In they went, like pushing on an open door, and — easy-peasy! — Congress ran for their lives. The bemused Visigoths, meanwhile, took some selfies and went home.

So there you have it, patriots. The “Biden” administration will be sworn in on January 20th. After that — well, the beatings will continue until morale improves.

Got a problem with that? I didn’t think so. You’ll be glad to hear, anyway, that we hope to allow limited indoor dining again by September or so; until then, please self-isolate and await further instructions.

Read Mr. Yarvin’s article here.

2021, Day Six

As I have been saying for a long time now:

“Gradually, then suddenly”.

Round Two

OK, so the polls are open in Georgia today. At stake in the two runoff elections is control of the United States Senate.

Is everyone feeling as optimistic as I am?

2021

Well, here we are. Happy New Year.

I thank all of you who’ve visited in recent weeks; there hasn’t been a whole lot to see here for some time now. My shoulder injury kept me off the keyboard for a while, but that’s not a problem any longer. Mainly it’s been that we have entered a new era of history here — and I’d already said most of what I had to say about the old era, and am still trying to understand what the new one will look like.

But here it is, New Year’s Day, and I can at least put down a few thoughts about what’s happened, and what I think might happen.

For starters, I’m still digesting the staggering audacity of the election heist. (If you really don’t think it was stolen, ask yourself: Can anyone seriously doubt that the other side would steal the election, if it thought it could do it and get away with it? And if the election actually had been stolen, how would would it look any different from what we’ve seen?)

The crime was done right before our eyes, as if daring us to do anything about it. A thing like that is much more than the thing itself: when power behaves this way it is, first and foremost, power’s way of chastening and humiliating you, of reminding you in the clearest possible terms that power can do what it wants. The right way to understand this rape of the recent election, then, is as the droit du seigneur, updated for our time.

The swaggering usurpation of our electoral wedding-night was followed by a suffocating blast from all media — what Curtis Yarvin, in this essay, refers to as the “Gigaphone”:

This active-denial system, the crowning achievement of 20th-century psychological warfare technology and the fundamental backbone of 21st-century democracy, is a kind of gigantic Paris-shelling railroad-gun bullhorn of pure proof by assertion.

At a certain caliber, assertion is no longer assertion. It is insistence. Increase the volume still further, and it becomes torture. The Gigaphone can indeed demonstrate the security of the election. Given arbitrary power—it can demonstrate anything.

The Gigaphone’s huge microwave dish hoses the unruly hobbit-mob with unendurable levels of red-hot contempt. With its throttle turned up to 11, the NYT’s headlines are ripped from the Rodong Sinmun, cat-lady middle-school teachers reading the New Yorker expect Waffen-SS paratroops to crash through their skylights, and the nation’s airports resound from lounge to lounge with the subtle sounds of TV Mille Collines. (All this is completely decentralized, of course. No one orders it—it just happens.)

The hobbit is simply embarrassed into compliance by his elven betters. The ideas he believes become a dangerous mental disease. This diagnosis is written into history. The sooner he gives up this nonsense, the better. To help convince him, we’ll make this idea quasi-illegal. The sooner he gives it up, the less his life will suffer. Eventually he can be fired for staying an idiot. Everyone will agree that he deserved it.

Some still hope that Trump will pull the rabbit out of the hat between now and Inauguration Day; that he will say the secret word and his armies of patriots will swing into action to secure the battle-theatre while an arcane Constitutional process plays out in Congress. I suppose that could happen, in some possible world, but I don’t think it will happen in this one. Sure, there will be rallies and demonstrations — a big one is planned for Wednesday in Washington — but I think it likely, I’m sad to say, that the legal efforts will fizzle, the Gigaphone will blare, and the moment will pass.

I do think the stolen election will create a deepening realization that things have changed; that the game as we have played it all our lives is over. Many will secede in their hearts, and will try to carry the American idea forward more locally — but it will be very difficult, will require a sustained effort and level of organization that we are now unaccustomed to, and many millions will just settle deeper into buglife.

As for COVID: I do not think that we will pull out of this pandemic. It’s too useful, and it has already conditioned us to live differently, and to choose safety and isolation over vigorous, authentic existence. All of our experiences are now curated, mediated, and delivered remotely. That’s a huge, sudden change that has enormous consequences, and opens many possibilities for those in power. While the vaccines may mitigate the problem, I expect that the effect will turn out not to be nearly as decisive as hoped: coverage will be gappy, new strains will appear, new flareups will happen whenever we loosen things up, and our year of training in self-isolation and timidity will tend to keep our new regime of restrictions on travel and assembly quite firmly in place. We’ll chafe a bit, but little by little we’re getting used to it all, and bit by bit we’ll forget what it was like to live and move more freely. (After all, what’s more important than staying safe?)

With the corruption of our institutions and descent into oligarchy now plainly in view, the cleverer and more resourceful among us will find ways to live well among the crumbling structures of the West. The rest will become, in their penurious isolation, increasingly dependent upon government largesse, like a great and docile mass of yeast: subsisting on Netflix, pornography, and soma. Rising all around them will be a sophisticated panopticon to monitor their homes and communications. (You getting all this, Alexa?)

There will almost certainly be some sort of “black swan” to dominate the news this year, but it is of course in the nature of black swans that you don’t know what they’ll be in advance, so I’ll say no more about that.

But — and this is important! — many of us will begin to think in new ways, because it will be completely obvious — we will know, at last, in our guts — that the old order of the Republic is dead. That means that there will be great opportunities for bold and daring people.

In short, then: “interesting times”. One has the sense that history is balanced on the edge of a knife. I’m reminded of Woody Allen’s words from long ago:

More than any time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness, the other to total extinction. Let us pray that we have the wisdom to choose correctly.

I won’t close with that, of course. While I admit this post has been a grim summary of what are, to be sure, somber times, there is never any reason to despair. (As chessplayers like to say, “nobody ever won a game by resigning”.) All of us who are lucky enough to be alive here and now have many, many blessings, and though of course there’s a struggle ahead, and much uncertainty, there’s no reason not to be thankful, determined, and even cheerful.

But if we are ever to find our way back to sunny uplands, we need to think hard, and frankly, about where we are, how on earth we got here, and where, exactly, we want to go. We need to understand what to hold on to — and why! — and what to let go. That’s what I hope to do here, with your help, going forward.

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Merry Christmas, everybody!

Sorry to have been so shtum lately; I seem to be in a kind of limbo, just busying myself with reading and musical work. I’m sure I’ll perk up soon.

Go Local

Writing at American Greatness, Christopher Roach argues that the Left, after patiently mounting a well-organized assault on all institutions, and after a century of expansion of the managerial state, now has power that is “largely immune from elections.” (After what we’ve just seen in 2020, can anyone doubt this?) He advises us that henceforward “Any purely political efforts should be local and issue-specific, rather than channeling our energies into a doomed bid for national power. ”

We can begin by severing the ties that lash us into the larger system and make us dependent on it. We can reduce our personal debt by frugality and change of habits, and try to find ways to live that give us more control and independence. And independence of thought plays a key role:

We live in an age of lies. Academic institutions are devoted less and less to inquiry and more and more to indoctrination. They also function to provide credentials for future leaders of the managerial system. The student loan program is a massive transfer payment system from the aspirational middle class to the wealthy.

There is little way for anyone of integrity to thrive in this system. Often, one must choose between success and one’s self-respect and honor. Consider the example of someone like General George Casey. After the Fort Hood massacre, he humiliated himself and said, “Our diversity, not only in our Army, but in our country, is a strength. And as horrific as this tragedy was, if our diversity becomes a casualty, I think that’s worse.” This is not a legacy to be proud of.

It is not easy to unplug from the constant propaganda and groupthink. It is seductive and intertwined with moral judgments. But a real education is readily available to each of us: simply read old books.

The real history of our country, our civilization, our faith, and our people is there, along with much practical wisdom on every subject under the sun. It’s all more interesting and less corrosive than reality television, gaming, newspapers, or the rare gems found on the internet.

By fortifying one’s mind with the best of Western Civilization, one is immunized from the poorly reasoned, dishonest, and transparently self-serving narratives of the Left. None of this takes a degree or a student loan; it only takes a library card.

We should also focus more on local than national politics:

Trying to capture the upper echelons of the system won’t be permitted, as #TheResistance demonstrated in response to Donald Trump’s 2016 victory. We need to play a different game that leverages our strengths.

Local politics are probably a worthwhile locus of activity. With relatively less money and effort, one can achieve substantial influence, whether in primaries or otherwise. There’s a reason George Soros threw money into so many local prosecutors’ races.

Further, local governments have also shown themselves capable of surprising energy in enforcing (and resisting) the coronavirus mandates coming from the experts. One possible model of influence is New York’s Conservative Party, which will withhold its endorsement of the Republican candidate and, thereby, acts as a check on the more suicidal impulses of the Stupid Party.

Local politics also extends beyond elections. Spontaneous activism can be effective, like the well-armed homeowners who protected their neighborhood in Indiana from Black Lives Matter hooligans. Families and existing organizations have the capacity for mutual support and mutual defense. New organizations should emerge with these ends in mind, as well. They are going to be increasingly important in the face of a hostile government and an indifferent economic system.

Political activity goes beyond merely winning elections. Tens of thousands of Virginia gun owners peacefully marched in January. Even though pro-gun control Democrats won control of the state legislature and governorship, the proposed assault weapon ban was voted down in committee.

Above all, we should resist the atomizing of civil society — the severing of the horizontal ligatures that bind us together into a compact unity. Those who would dominate subjugate us know that as isolated individuals, we are most easily frightened and subdued. We must refocus our attention — away from placeless social media and the great, punishing energy-cone that Curtis Yarvin calls “The Gigaphone”, and toward our own communities — that is, toward those with whom we can actually build normal human relationships of trust and mutual assistance.

As with real insurgencies, the best tactics for the political insurgent are often the opposite of those appropriate for the regime. Thus, while monopolistic online “communities” are now highly regulated by woke weirdos, that’s not true of your backyard barbeque, your church, and your local gun club.

The source of strength for the dissident Right comes from those areas of life that exist outside of the economic-political-technocratic surveillance regime. The greatest potential exists among “in real life” friendships and family relationships. Your Twitter followers aren’t going to come to the rescue when Antifa is threatening your home or your business needs a loan. And it’s a lot harder for “cancel culture” to break the bonds of blood and shared experience.

The most workable model is less Ronald Reagan’s GOP and something more like Poland’s Solidarity movement in the 1980s. Even under Communism and the imposition of martial law, this grassroots trade union managed to resist the regime and convert the government’s suppression into a high cost in international censure. Some of Solidarity’s more important tactics included underground schools and workers’ strikes.

What if we went on strike?

It is difficult to adjust to the reality that ordinary politics essentially are over. The signs of a slow-motion breakdown of the old system first appeared only as fragments: Supreme Court cases on controversial social questions, sustained government growth under both Republican and Democratic administrations, intelligence agencies meddling in an election, and the full-bore resistance by the bureaucracy to the Trump Administration. The real “mask off” moment has been the suspect election of 2020.

We have to face reality and fight the good fight effectively on the terrain on which we now find ourselves. That means changing our lifestyles and efforts in ways that achieve maximum personal independence, mutual support, and tangible results.

In short, we must rebuild a civil society that has been torn apart by the combined economic and political pressures of the leftist managerial state.

Read the rest here.

It’s A Feature

From a just-released forensic report on the widely used Dominion voting system, as tested in Antrim County, Michigan (a red county where vote-tabulation errors were already known to have happened):

We conclude that the Dominion Voting System is intentionally and purposefully designed with inherent errors to create systemic fraud and influence election results. The system intentionally generates an enormously high number of ballot errors. The electronic ballots are then transferred for adjudication. The intentional errors lead to bulk adjudication of ballots with no oversight, no transparency, and no audit trail. This leads to voter or election fraud. Based on our study, we conclude that The Dominion Voting System should not be used in Michigan. We further conclude that the results of Antrim County should not have been certified.

This was not a legitimate election, and there is a shocked and angry cohort of Americans, scores of millions strong, who will never accept the result. They will believe, instead, that the institutions that sustained this Republic for centuries have failed and abandoned them, that they are no longer governed by consent, and that they are now on their own — despised and rejected by the powerful factions who brought this about. I have no idea where this will lead, but the era of American history in which all of us grew up is over and done. A new epoch — far darker, and fraught with peril — begins.

Read the report here.

Accelerando

Aaaand… SCOTUS strikes again, refusing to take the Constitutional election-irregularity case brought by Texas and joined by many other states. Newcomers Gorsuch, Kavanaugh, and Barrett all teamed up with Sotomayor, Kagan, and Roberts to stonewall the complaint. As Thomas and Alito pointed out in their dissent, this was an abrogation of their responsibility as original jurisdiction for disputes between the states: there is no other place to resolve such things, save for what John Locke called an “appeal to Heaven”.

The Court took a risk with this decision. By going squishy on election enforcement, they may have hoped to avoid putting themselves in the middle of the great conflict of our era. But Donald Trump may turn out to have been all that stood between those nine Justices and the court-packing scheme of the Democrats — especially if the decision emboldens party operatives in Georgia to fiddle with the upcoming Senate runoffs in that state.

After all, why would anyone worry, at this point, about not getting away with election-rigging?

Things are heating up briskly now in America. Both sides seem to have come comfortably to terms with the idea that there will be no reconciliation with the Other, and are speaking quite openly about extinction, subjugation, etc. I’ve written before about how civil war is like a black hole, in that you don’t know, when falling into one, just when you’ve crossed the event horizon. At some point, though, it becomes obvious. (As, I think, it now has here.)

It Was 40 Years Ago Today

… Mark Chapman took the band away.

R.I.P. John Lennon, who transformed the world of music, and so the world.

Another One Gone

I haven’t written much lately — I’ve been too busy with work and with personal matters, and frankly I haven’t had much to say. I’ve been thinking a lot about where matters stand, here in the senescent West, as this pivotal year winds down, and have been doing a lot of interesting reading — but there are times when one must pause for digestion and reflection, and to reassess what one knows and understands and believes, and this is, for me, one of those moments. At times like that it’s good to try to relax, and to let the mind’s “background threads” do their work in peace, and so I’ve been glad to concentrate on musical work for a while instead. I feel I can occupy myself far more productively at the mixing console than the writing desk just now, until some things are clearer in my mind.

I must, however, note with sadness the passing of the great conservative economist Walter Williams, who died Wednesday at the age of 84. He saw through many of the sacred delusions of our age with piercing insight, and wasn’t afraid to say so. (Here he is, for example, taking on one of the most persistent of these “progressive” pipe-dreams: minimum-wage laws as a solution for poverty.)

We will miss him.

Pro Tip

It’s possible to enjoy this world a whole lot more if you aren’t convinced it’s all there is.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Best wishes to all of you. This year has been a difficult test, and we will be tried even more severely in the months ahead, but we still have much to be thankful for. Take a breath, and focus on gratitude.

Reasonable Doubt

A commenter on our previous post asks how any intelligent person could actually be suspicious about the result of the recent election. He also mentions, in support of his confidence that the results are legitimate, that Joe Biden won the popular vote by millions of votes.

Here’s my reply:

First of all, the point about the popular vote is irrelevant: it’s the Electoral College that determines the presidency, not the great mass of voters in huge Blue population centers.

Second, the people telling us “nothing to see here” — the political operatives of the Democrat Party, and its foot-soldiers in the press — are the same ones who perpetrated the four-year operation to remove Donald Trump from office, by any means necessary. They subverted our most powerful institutions of justice, national security, and intelligence to do so. They created a truly audacious hoax, using a fraudulent opposition document paid for by the Clinton campaign, as the basis for surveillance of Mr. Trump’s campaign, legal harassment of his allies, and a relentless smear campaign in all media. When it came to light that the whole thing was a pack of lies, they insisted as one that its critics had all been taken in by a crazy conspiracy theory. To this day, we are still waiting for justice to be done. (Spoiler alert: it won’t.) At every turn, these powerful and implacable enemies of the President have done everything they can, again and again and again, to defeat, slander, and remove him from office. Anyone who questions this sustained assault is censored, cancelled, doxxed, shouted down, and excluded from polite society.

Given all that we have seen of these people, how can any intelligent person not assume that they would do everything they can to steal this election? Do we think they are too scrupulous, too dedicated to honesty and fair play? Given that they know they will get the faithful and absolute support of the press to erect a stone wall against any scrutiny, why wouldn’t they do the very best they could to prevent Donald Trump from winning a second term? We know that they have pressed constantly, in advance of the election, for everything that might undermine the security of the system. They have introduced mail-in ballots on an unprecedented scale, when voting by mail is known to be so ripe for error and abuse that it is scrupulously avoided in most other countries. They have further reduced the security of voting-by-mail by sending unrequested ballots to many millions of voters, many of whom have turned out to be dead, or no longer at their previous addresses, or use two different names, both of which were sent ballots. They have permitted “vote-harvesting”, which interrupts the vitally important chain of custody. They have resolutely resisted the most basic tool of election security — voter ID — which is such an obviously necessary measure that it is the law pretty much everywhere else on Earth. They have altered mail-ballot rules (in some cases, in clear violation of the Constitution) to weaken the security of the mail-in vote, by discarding requirement for timely receipt, for making sure that signatures match, and for ensuring that ballots are correctly filled out.

Third, there are great and gathering currents of evidence that something was very seriously amiss here, and amiss in just the places that mattered most. Taken individually, perhaps, they don’t amount to much, but taken together those currents all flow in the same direction. There is statistical evidence – from Benford’s Law anomalies to rejected mail-ballot percentages. There are obvious geographical curiosities — where, for example, the vote in adjacent red Midwestern counties separated by a state border voted in wildly different ways, despite having very similar patterns in the past. There are sworn affidavits from poll-workers explicitly testifying, under oath, to egregious malfeasance of various kinds. There is the curious fact that in places where the down-ticket Republicans did very well indeed — far outperforming 2016 — but somehow Donald Trump’s lead slipped away in the wee hours of Election Night, and in the days after. There is the refusal to admit observers (or letting them into gigantic spaces, but keeping them so far away they couldn’t see anything). There is the suspension of the vote-count in key cities in the middle of the night, so as to send the observers home, then resuming the counting in secret. There are the great tranches of Biden ballots that suddenly arrived en masse once the deficits had been reckoned — thousands and thousands of pristine ballots, perfectly marked in the little ovals with black ink, with no down-ticket candidates marked at all, just Biden. There is the discarding of large numbers of mail-in ballot envelopes, making it all but impossible to separate timely and legitimate ballots from fraudulent ones. There is the extremely shady history of the Dominion voting system, which was used in many of the swing states where Biden miraculously rose from the dead to overtake Trump by narrow margins.

Is any of this conclusive? Well, we will never know unless we do everything we can to verify the results, and unless we do everything we can — despite the howls from the media — to make sure that we count only those votes that were cast in accordance with local voting laws, and with the Constitution. No matter what happens from here, the stench of fraud is already thick enough that there are going to be many, many millions of American citizens who will have lost all faith in our system of elections. At the very least, we should try to keep that number of citizens as low as possible, and that means letting this investigation, and this contest in the courts and legislatures, play out to the end.

The damage is already done, though. After the arbitrary authoritarianism of our mayors and governors all year in dealing with both the Wuhan virus and the anarchy and violence in the streets, followed by this reeking election, our national morale is now, to a very great extent, broken beyond repair. As far as confidence in the rule of law is concerned, and trust in the Republic to honor its founding principles, 2020 will have been, probably for at least fifty to a hundred million Americans, the year they began to check out.

Let’s Get Kraken

I’ll follow on my previous post by saying that, regardless of how persuasive the statistical, anecdotal, testimonial, technological, and other indicators of election fraud may be, none of it matters unless those litigating the claims produce a coherent and consistent case, with hard evidence sufficient to convince the courts and state legislatures to alter the existing vote-counts in favor of the President, or to discard them altogether and invoke other procedures for settling the matter. We’ve been hearing a lot about soon-to-be-dropped “bombshells”, and “releasing the Kraken” — but just as with all the rest of the spectacular corruption that’s come to light over the past four years, from Hillary’s emails, to Spygate, to the revelations of the Biden family’s perfidy, nothing ever seems to come of any of it.

Time is of the essence here. Yes, we will all “hang in there”, as I exhorted us to do yesterday — it really does appear, quite overwhelmingly, that this election was anything but clean — but now would be a good time, please, for us to see some of those bombshells actually detonating, or some tentacles in the water.

Hang In There

I haven’t written for a few days, because I have nothing new to say; like all of you I am waiting to see how this election challenge plays out. We are up against titanic forces, not least of which is just the colossal, viscous mass of institutional inertia, media resistance, and partisan antipathy that stands in the way of a fair and searching inquiry into what happened. But the stench of corruption is so foul, and the evidence of strategic planning and tactical malfeasance so multifaceted, that none of us should lose heart. This isn’t over yet.

I was listening to a couple of guys from Russia today, talking about how the Russian people see this charade. The vote-counting corruption is obvious enough, but that’s no big deal; most Russians generally assume that all elections are corrupt. What Russians watching today find laughable is that the U.S., which has been swaggering around the world for decades lecturing other countries about election integrity, should have ended up presenting to a global audience this tawdry spectacle: an election so obviously tainted and insecure that even the most brazen 20th-century caudillo would have been too embarrassed to try to pass it off as legitimate.

Whatever happens next — no matter who takes the White House once the dust settles, and I have no idea who that will be once as much of the truth comes out as we can manage to uncover — half the nation is now going to think the other half stole the election. (So: interesting times ahead for the Republic.) Both sides should take an interest in reducing that uncertainty as much as possible, if only to try to preserve the peace, but only one side seems to be doing so. The other just wants us all to move along — because, you know, nothing to see here.

Meanwhile, I’m still seething over the Democrats’ sudden calls for “unity”. How dare they. After what they’ve done these past four years, and the way things are going, the only reply they are going to get from scores of millions of Americans is the one Andrew Breitbart gave.

On Serpent-Tongued Calls For “Unity”

David Harsanyi has posted a tart reply. An excerpt:

When Democrats win the presidency, we are treated to solemn calls for national restoration and political harmony, and to the expectation that, for the good of the nation, the opposition will embrace decorum and pass legislation they oppose. When Republicans win elections, grown women put on knitted hats depicting their reproductive organs and stomp around Washington protesting, all to a hero’s welcome.

Read it here.

Fair And Balanced, Cont’d

Here’s another perspective on things: Curtis Yarvin, AKA “Mencius Moldbug”, has published an essay today about the 2020 election. In it he describes himself as being “so pro-Trump, I wrap all the way around to pro-Biden.”

Yarvin makes an important point about the difference between traditional American conservatism and all forms of Leftism: subsidiarian, small-government conservatism is all about checking and distributing power – which gives it an intrinsic, permanent, and colossal disadvantage. This is inherent in the system devised by the Founders, which sought in all its forms to prevent the consolidation of power in any political official or faction, and to reserve it to state and local government. The ultimate aim — the “final cause” — of the system they devised was to maximize individual liberty, which is of course the exact opposite of imperium. But the American system has an exploitable vulnerability, which was recognized at the time of the Founding by everyone involved: without unanimity, among a virtuous civil society, as to the appropriate final cause, a faction that knew what to do and how to do it could gradually infiltrate and corrupt everything. “The price of liberty is eternal vigilance”, goes the old saying. John Adams put it this way:

Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other.

No Constitution, real or imagined, can provide a suitable form for unsuitable people. The Constitution is, after all, only a piece of paper, and has no more power than any other piece of paper, save by the will and fealty of the people it purportedly governs.

Here’s Yarvin:

Progressives see power as an end; conservatives see power as a means to an end. As soon as conservatives get even a sliver of power, they start trying to use this power to create good outcomes. This is irrational.

The rational way to use power is the progressive way: to make more power. Your power grows exponentially. Eventually you have all the power, and can get all the outcomes you want.

There is not one progressive idea which does not yield a power dividend. I cannot think of a conservative idea that does. If one did, the progressives would steal it. Then the conservatives would persuade themselves to oppose it, and all would be well.

This is not a coincidence. The great flaw of the American right is that, besides not being able to get any real power, they do not want any real power, and have no idea what they would do with any real power.

From later in the essay, here are a few words about the result (if result it should turn out to be, once the appeals are over):

Accelerationists who voted for China Joe will be disappointed. Nothing will speed up. All the gas in the regime’s tank is coming from Trump. As soon as Trump is out, the panzer death sportscar custom-built to guzzle his pure octane will sputter to a crawl.

Once as the Trump administration is over, no one has anything to fear or hate. No threat could ever be as exciting as the racist rapist in the White House. No Malibu hausfrau will ever again feel like she is in the French Resistance. After Prohibition, breweries could still sell nonalcoholic beer. This is journalism after Trump.

Why was I pro-Biden? Because I longed to see my enemies cast out into the cold, uncaring wind of poverty and despair. Why were you pro-Trump? Because you loved seeing your enemies grow huge and fat and hard? I like to win. I hate to get owned. How about you, my based friend?

By March or April, America’s ruling class will feel like Hunter Biden on a Tuesday morning. Hunter reflects. He knows he left his pipe somewhere. He’s not sure where. What he knows is that this world, which as recently as mimosa brunch on Sunday was still burning with the rainbow fire of a hundred suns exploding in H-bomb supernova pornstar orgasms while galaxies collide, is an ugly, boring place. A sterile promontory. A foul and pestilent congregation of vapors… also, something sticky is stuck to his ass. He’ll get to it in a minute… oh, man…

For four years, the regime is stuck with a spokesmodel who combines the charisma of Leonid Brezhnev with the probity of Willie Brown. China Joe is getting no younger. His circuits already wrestle visibly with every solar flare. He did bring a backup unit, who has the charisma of Linda Blair and was once the protegée of Willie Brown. Is God supposed to hand us something better?

Take the time to read the whole thing, here.

Fair And Balanced

My last couple of posts have been, to put it mildly, a tad heated. It has been a bitter year in our cold civil war, and the counting of the votes in our recent election has been unlike anything we’ve ever seen before — in large part due to newly (and in many cases it seems fair to say unconstitutionally) adopted changes in voting procedures. Those new procedures have provided unprecedented opportunities for electoral monkeyshines, hijinks, hanky-panky, chicanery, jiggery-pokery, and general mischief, and it seems to a great many of us that such things have indeed happened on a scale that would tip the balance in key states and races.

I’m strongly of the mind that this seems very likely indeed, and I have expressed my heated vexation in these pages, followed by lively discussions in the comment-threads. I would hate, however, to be guilty of the same suppression of dissenting viewpoints as our cultural overlords, so here is a piece by Anatoly Karlin, a familiar voice to many on the Right, arguing that accusations of game-changing fraud in this election are overblown.

Mr. Karlin’s essay has a lively comment-thread of its own. Feel free to comment here as well.

Earthquake Weather

Rage is building in America as the audacious manipulation of this election, and the naked complicity of the media, become more and more self-evident (the major networks cut away from the President of the United States today as he was making remarks at the White House).

This cannot stand. The historic American nation has watched, in stony silence, the tantrums and vandalism of the spoiled and petulant Left all summer long. That mischief will be nothing — nothing at all — compared with the incandescent wrath of these scores of millions of patient and long-suffering patriots once they are roused, at last, to abandon their faith in the sacred rules, procedures, and limits that have sustained this great Republic in ordered liberty for centuries. They have been reviled, insulted, and sneered at long enough, and their patience is almost at an end. The air is charged with electricity; even the calmest and sanest among us can feel its terrible potential tingling and prickling their skin. If this election is indeed stolen in plain sight, a terrible storm will break upon the land. There is still a chance to avoid it, I think, but it is rapidly slipping away.

Kipling:

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy — willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.

Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.

Dum Spiro, Spero

And here we are: a closely contested election, which will now drag on for days or weeks and likely be resolved in the courts. (There appears to have been no shortage of electoral shenanigans and monkeyshines, exactly as we feared.)

This certainly isn’t what we’d hoped for: if President Trump prevails by superior lawyering, the media and the Democrats (but I repeat myself) will spend the next four years hounding him for having “stolen the election”. If, on the other hand, he cannot make his case, then we get the doddering and moribund mediocrity Biden for a brief interregnum before the miraculous ascension of Kamala Harris — a woman who was so massively unpopular during the primary campaign that she dropped out before any votes were even cast — to the Oval Office. The question of Mr. Biden’s obvious corruption will be broomed into oblivion by the incoming DOJ, sure to be headed by someone like Keith Ellison, and a compliant press. Likewise, whatever the current DOJ has in train regarding the disgusting Spygate scandal will be smothered and disposed of as swiftly, and permanently, as possible.

But it isn’t over yet. Say what you will about Donald Trump, he’s a fighter, and he’s a winner. Enough states are still in play to give him a chance, and he may still pull this thing off. As Churchill said in far darker times:

“You cannot tell from appearances how things will go. Sometimes imagination makes things out far worse than they are; yet without imagination not much can be done. Those people who are imaginative see many more dangers than perhaps exist; certainly many more than will happen; but then they must also pray to be given that extra courage to carry this far-reaching imagination. But for everyone, surely, what we have gone through in this period … this is the lesson: never give in, never give in, never, never, never-in nothing, great or small, large or petty – never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.”

And let’s hope that, even if against all hope we lose the White House, we can at least hold the Senate. If not, there will only be the Court standing between what remains of the America of the first 232 years and the fever dreams of the Squad. It will not be pretty. But with the Senate still in our hands, we can still prevent a great deal of damage.

So: let’s keep our spirits up. Where there’s life, there’s hope.

The Locust Years

I am chastened by the discussion in the previous posts. (See here and here.) All I had sought to do in my original remarks was to point out the natural advantages of cohesion, compact unity, patriotism, faith, competence, and positive worldview that Red America has over Blue, and to suggest that whatever happens next, we have at least those assets to give us hope. The response was that those things aren’t nearly enough without effective organization, which we have failed to create. I must agree that this is a fair critique, and that the matter is becoming urgent.

Along with other historically literate voices on the Right, I have been predicting this calamitous state of affairs in America — this disintegration of national unity, and descent into ruinous civil strife — for many years now. In the early days I took a lot of heat for my alarmism. It would proceed “gradually, then suddenly”, I warned, and so it has — and now it is, suddenly, obvious to all that the crisis is upon us.

It is in the nature of the conservative people of the Anglosphere, despite their capacity for lethal fury when aroused at last, to prefer a quiet and local life until they no longer have any choice. (The old English saying “Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you!” sums this up neatly.) The runup to World War II was a perfect example: even as it became clearer and clearer, during the 1920s and ’30s, that Germany was intent on diabolical mischief that would affect the security of all of Europe, the British, still in shock from the maiming of Europe in the First World War, clung desperately, and naively, to hopes of peace. Winston Churchill, who was the only prominent man in all of England to sound the alarm — and who was excommunicated from political life for it — would later refer to this period of squandered opportunity as “the years the locusts have eaten”.

And so it has been for us: for at least the last sixty years, a poisonous, corrosive ideology has made its long march through our institutions. The Marxist rebels of the 1960s assimilated themselves into every corner of our academies, media, and government, and made it their top priority to take charge of the education of our children. What they sowed so patiently for so long has now produced its bitter harvest. When Barack Obama promised, in 2008, that his election would herald the fundamental transformation of America”, he wasn’t kidding. (A lesson that we never seem to learn is this: when these people tell you what they intend to do, you should believe them.)

My own shortcoming in all of this is that I am only, by nature, an observer, and a reader of history, and all that I have offered all these years is a warning, a diagnosis. Seven years ago I wrote about what I called “Cultural Immunodeficiency”, an AIDS-like condition that prevented the West from mounting a natural defense against pathogens that threatened its survival; in the intervening years its effects have brought our civilization almost to its deathbed.

Can we now mount a reaction? The election of Donald Trump four years ago, and the massive outpouring of support he has awakened this time around, are heartening signs, but our national illness is now very far advanced. If we had sensed the urgency twenty years ago, we might perhaps have prevented the current crisis — but we didn’t, and it’s no use crying about it.

So: although the point of my original post was to focus on the positive, and to remind us of our natural assets, I think our commenters are quite right: something must be done, and it has to begin now. As I write, merchants in cities everywhere in America are boarding up their properties, knowing that if the Party of Love and Inclusion loses the election, its brownshirts will embark on a vengeful and destructive rampage. The era of comity and national unity in America is over, and we must face this horrifying truth without further delay. A resounding Trump victory tomorrow will, perhaps, buy us a few years without the government itself wielding its crushing power against us; if so, that’s a blessing, but we must not be lulled into feeding more years to the locusts. It is already evident that 2016 was the last “normal” election in America; from now on, nothing is ever going to be “normal” again, not for a very long time.

The message of our commenters “vxxc” and JK is simple: ORGANIZE. The Left has been doing this energetically for decades, while the rest of us coasted along thinking that, having “organized” in 1776 and 1787, we needn’t bother now. How to do this is not my area of expertise, but there are a very great number of patriots — ex-military people, in particular — who can help. I do know that it will, almost necessarily, have to begin locally: as the Framers understood, a “well regulated militia” is “necessary for the security of a free State”.

It grieves me to write this post, but history teaches us that collapse can happen here — it can happen anywhere, and indeed, given enough time, it inevitably does. As much as I hate to say it, it appears to be happening here today. I will confess that all along, even as I saw the diagnostic markers of national disintegration and civil war piling up all these years, I’d hoped that it might simply be a passing spasm of cultural madness, and that as the so-called “progressives” moved farther and farther Left, they would gradually peel off adherents until they marginalized themselves. Some of that has indeed happened — the seismic support for Trump this year is evidence of that — but at this point, with our political system and civil society breaking down before our eyes, a purely political solution may no longer be enough. We may very well have crossed the event horizon, and if so, we are headed for the singularity. Whether or not this is now inevitable — and I still hope it isn’t, as civil war is nothing to wish for — it behooves us to be prepared for what had, just a few years ago, seemed almost unimaginable. As depressing as the prospect of continuing collapse may be, we should begin to hedge our bets.

Red America, Cont’d

A lively discussion has ensued in the comment-thread to our previous post. Commenter “vxxc” argues that my assessment of the natural assets of the Red coalition is too optimistic: that our lack, so far, of functional organization puts us at a lethal disadvantage in the gathering struggle. I, on the other hand, think this is too dark a prognosis.

Often I promote these discussions to a new post of their own, but I’d like to keep this thread intact. The conversation continues here.

Red America: A More Perfect Union

The political situation is like nothing I have ever seen in my longish lifetime; as I wrote a little while ago, we are no longer a single community disagreeing about the difficulties of the world we share, but rather two bitterly antagonistic camps inhabiting utterly different realities of belief and perception, with nothing objective in common save the physical reality of a geographical land-mass. What is even more dispiriting is that the cleavage plane between these two realities cuts right through friendships and families — including my own. It is simply baffling to me that anyone could look at what the Democrats have become, let alone the candidates they have put forward for the Presidency and Vice-Presidency, and seek to hand them the levers of power; but at home in Brooklyn and Cape Cod, and in the musical community I have spent my adult life living and working amongst, that sentiment is not only predominant, but is promoted with fiery and bellicose malevolence. It’s just a thing I have to live with, but doing so is neither easy nor pleasant. I console myself with the hope that the hydra-headed monster will be set back, next Tuesday, for another two years at least, and maybe even four: the woeful deficiencies of the Biden/Harris ticket, the balefully destructive folly of their platform, and the fantastic outpourings of enthusiasm and optimism that Mr. Trump creates everywhere he goes, stand in glaring contrast to what the pollsters tell us. I think we will win.

If we don’t win, though, here’s something to keep in mind: the American Remnant has a natural advantage over the Left, one that will help us endure as we become the Resistance.

What is that advantage? It is that, in sharp contrast to the Bioleninist coalition of the Left, the American community that brought Trump to power, and that will persist even in defeat, is remarkably monolithic. It has deep roots in not only American, but Western, cultural, religious, and philosophical traditions — traditions, such as the intrinsic worth of the individual, the paramount importance of liberty and property, and the belief that there are natural rights that flow from Man’s creation in the image of God, that are shared, with very little disagreement, by everyone who is about to vote for Trump in the coming election. The basis of the Left’s coalition, on the other hand, is little more than a tallying-up, or adoption by proxy, of grievances — sullen resentments that arise from one’s membership in this or that victim-group. To see life only through this lens is to externalize the most important aspects of one’s existence — while the essential precept of the Red philosophy is, by focusing on liberty and “negative” rights, to internalize the essential ingredients of happiness. For Donald Trump’s cheerful legions of supporters, what matters most in life is not the action of external forces, or what the government can do for you (including by hampering others!), but rather what one can build for oneself, by the virtuous action of industry, provision for the future, and moral self-restraint. Because of this deep commonality and relative lack of faction, the Red nation will be able to form, in opposition, a compact and durable unity.

The zero-sum political philosophy of the Blue coalition, in combination with its being a stitched-together assortment of jealous interest groups, means that as soon as the enemy — us! — is defeated, the ideology of grievance has nowhere to turn but inward. As I have noted since at least 2014, grievance is fractal: once you get in the habit of it, it can operate at every scale. As soon as there is no longer a Trump to rail against, the Left’s myriad factions will simply begin bickering among themselves. They will hardly sheath their knives before they draw them again — this time against each other.

As I said above, I do not expect us to lose this election! I think the enthusiastic multitudes we have seen everywhere in America these past few weeks will carry the day. But even if we do, we should not lose heart. Yes, we should expect Blue to consolidate its power as swiftly and ruthlessly as it can, but even in defeat we will enjoy a solidarity that will make our bondage less oppressive. Meanwhile, the fissile nature of the victorious coalition should make cohesion impossible, and present a variety of exploitable weaknesses.

Service Notice

Today I saw my shoulder surgeon, Dr. Laith Jazrawi of Langone Orthopaedics, for my six-week post-op followup. The result was gratifying: everything is fine, with impressive progress toward full range of motion, and I no longer have to wear that bloody sling. I am also cleared to drive again, which is enormously liberating.

I’m able to use the computer now without significant discomfort, so I no longer have any excuse for the thin content around here, other than having had, lately, few original thoughts to express. But “few” is not “none”, and I do have some jottings to set down. Back shortly.

La Différence

I’ve just read a pithy and sensible article at Quilette on the subject of psychological and behavioral sex differences. The essay was written by David Geary, a professor of psychology at the University of Missouri, and it disputes the social-sciences orthodoxy that sees all such differences as social constructions, remediable (as if remediation were actually a thing to be desired) by aggressive early-childhood intervention by pious busybodies. (As I have noted elsewhere, those who seek to eliminate all such differences are accelerants to the destructive action of entropy against the natural order — and that which promotes and assists entropy can justifiably be considered “bad”.)

Professor Geary notes that the idea that these sex differences in humans are mere cultural artifacts must account for the fact that they seem to occur not only in all human cultures (I’ll note that they are mentioned in Donald Brown’s tally of human universals), but also in many other species as well. That males are more competitive and “agentic” is a deep adaptation to male superfluity in reproduction, whereas females constitute a limited (and limiting) resource. (The essay mentions rats, chimps, kangaroos, seals, and sheep as documented examples.)

Professor Geary concludes:

As far as I know, there are no gender role beliefs in any of these species and yet their young engage in sex-typical behaviors that presage reproductive activities in adulthood. Early engagement in these behaviors helps the young to prepare for the sex-specific rigors of adulthood, including more agentic activities for males and more communal ones for females.

As with these myriad species, children create their own worlds based in part on the sex-typed demands faced by our ancestors. These demands included a higher frequency of agentic activities of our male ancestors—including male-on-male violence to achieve social influence and resource control—and a higher frequency of communal activities of our female ancestors. As in other species, the influence of prenatal and early postnatal exposure to sex hormones results in biases in children’s agentic (e.g., play fighting) and communal (e.g., play parenting) play and the associated behaviors and skills are refined as children develop in same-sex communities with their peers.

As any parent knows, these sex differences are not the consequence of a parental imposition of stereotyped expectations on children. Nor can these differences be immutably altered by the edicts of gender role theorists or policy scolds working in central governments.

Read the whole thing here.

The Camel’s Nose

It is notable that the Biden campaign hasn’t denied the veracity of the material taken from Hunter Biden’s laptop, even though it appears to be damning indeed.

To the cynical observer this suggests what we’ve suspected all along: that the senescent and ineradicably tainted Biden is simply a Trojan horse intended to get the most reliably left-wing member of the Senate — Kamala Harris — into the Oval Office.

What’s needed to make the plan work, of course, is a reliable way to get old Joe out of the way once the election’s been won. To this end we have already seen the Democrats making arrangements for a 25th Amendment committee to deal with Biden once he’s in. But now, as insurance, all that’s needed is to keep the laptop scandal smoldering until after Inauguration Day, at which point the Dems can allow it to burst into flame — after which they will sorrowfully take Old Yeller out behind the barn.