“Watch them flourish and fall”?

The indefatigable Justin posted two links on my October Daily Chat.  The first article, from the Foreign Policy Institute,“The Crisis Of American Conservatism: Inherent Contradictions And The End Of The Road”, delves into a lengthy history of American conservatism and ends with suggesting that unless and until American conservatism can get a buy-in from a large segment of American women (particularly white women), who largely remain independent, but see issues through a gender-focused lense, it will become continually harder for conservatives to win national elections.  The second article, “Is Max Hastings right?  Will America shut down for REAL?”, from a British perspective on American politics, comes from David Duff’s blog, Duff and Nonsense and offers many excellent historical parallels to consider too.

Here are some links from Malcolm Pollack’s blog worth a look:

Some pictures of a deserted Detroit library (Malcolm notes the books are safe from looters – go figure).

Patrick J. Buchanan article, “Is Red State America Seceding?”, which brings the cultural divide in America into clear focus, not with some fancy psychological mumbo-jumbo, but simply by geography.  That old saying that demographics is destiny, does sure seem to hold true.

Mark Steyn’s take on “public lands” vs. King Obama’s decrees”

Hopefully, today I can write something original about the sorry state of America – still mulling over all these disturbing optics and since we live in a media-driven culture, which images makes it on the airwaves, regardless of  veracity,  propels our culture.  Ever wonder why these leftists running this cuckoo’s nest so zealously try to create “narratives” and “composite characters”, well there you have it – they know that he who controls the media controls the people…….. even in America now.  Why, you might ask or even how could this be in a Republic founded to promote individual liberty……….. to quote Justin again, “anyway in whole cloth it’s a very long complicated story (1937 to now)”, definitely time to recite the Rudyard Kipling poem.

“The Gods of the Copybook Headings”

AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

4 Comments

Filed under American History, Culture Wars, Politics, The Constitution

4 responses to ““Watch them flourish and fall”?

  1. Justin

    Well LibertyBelle you’ve finally figured out how to get Justin’s “link-clicker finger” going. Add something I hadn’t read authored by Patrick J!

  2. Justin

    Back Atcha. (Now this guy is not particularly well-known for “Jumps Right out at you” humor – but very infrequently …)

    http://maverickphilosopher.typepad.com/maverick_philosopher/2013/10/contemporary-liberal-doublethink-welfare-self-reliance.html

  3. Justin

    Well LibertyBelle, as you’ve included mentions of both Malcolm’s Waka and David’s D&N, I noted David placed a related link on Malcolm’s. So …

    http://spectator.org/archives/2013/10/15/john-sununu-and-the-hijacking/

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