The Light at the End of the Tunnel is a Trainwreck

While I may have been quiet of late (a large project at work is dragging me down, both mentally and physically), I would like to thank Larwyn the Benevolent for keeping me up to date with the latest shenanigans of Dear Leader and his goose-stepping minions!

Caleb at RedState opens tonight’s thoughts [emphasis Admin]:

Much was made, during storied campaign 2008, of the notion that we are all one people, needlessly divided. That from the many would come the one. There is not a liberal America, and a conservative America, there is the United States of America, after all. Heal this nation, we heard. Make us one, they pleaded. A lovely sentimentality, that. And an utterly false affectation, of course, as we’ve come to see over the last few weeks.

Despite left-wing bloggers’ Ministry of Truth efforts at rewriting history, to even the most casual observer it should be clear that the vaunted promise of achieving common goals through compromise or “reaching out” was discarded by the new Democrat regime just as quickly as their suit coats and the “The President’s Own” Marine Band. “I Won,” says the One. “So say we all,” say his attendant masses.

What replaced the fiction was what was underneath it all along. The Democrat idea of becoming one nation is the Democrat idea of becoming one party, one mind. When they claim to want to heal the nation, the cure they fix their sights upon is neither stitch nor coagulant, but amputation. In campaign rhetoric this was always hidden behind the media-made veil of the Obama mythos, but in the wake of the stimulus tragedy that veil is lifted. Through with hiding, the totalitarian impulses of the Obama faithful are free to scurry into full view as they raise their voices to declare what is just and what is not, to determine which life is valuable and which is not; an entirely familiar calculus for Democrats, one might add.

More so than usual, something reeks in DC. The stench is becoming overpowering, even down here in the South, when a change in wind direction would send kids scurrying for the house to escape the noxious fumes wafting from the riverside paper mill. The nation’s newly minted President is in over his head and it is painfully obvious he has no respect for the Office he holds or the People he is empowered to protect. Being able to stand above the fray and see what is good for America is a character requirement for the CIC. Any and all personal aggrievements should be put aside, far aside, for their term in office. Otherwise, you just become another tin-pot dictator. For example, in the Send-Winston-Packing caper,Fausta asks

Does that mean that Obama is letting personal feelings interfere with relations with an ally?

Personal feelings? A President putting his personal interests before those of the nation – does that sound familiar? It should – it is the modus operandi for any corrupt Democrat.

Each day brings another blunder. Really, this guy should have done his homework. Siggy shrinks his head a bit. Quite a job, considering how big is has swollen [emphasis Admin].

In fact, the President likes to speak in those high minded terms mostly because we like to hear those things. When we talk about what is good for Americans and nationhood, we flex our identity muscles and in doing so we touch that most emotional side of ourselves. No matter how hard we want to talk about these things in a logical and dispassionate way, emotions always end up dictating the discussion and we talk about what the (often partisan) research really means. The attempt to deal with important issues rationally and reasonably goes out the window.

[…] When free speech is put at risk (see Mark Steyn) the problem will not be resolved with the redistribution of wealth. When non-political endeavors become politicized or are forced to take sides, democracy is weakened. When political correctness becomes a purview of government bureaucrats and ethnic tensions are mediated as if they were engaged in a high stakes game, democratic and civil society becomes in danger of collapse.

When there is no emphasis on a common, democratic and national culture, implosion becomes inevitable. Political discourse becomes warfare with a ‘take no prisoners’ attitude (supporters say it’s OK for Obama to want to talk to Ahmadenijad, but heaven forbid he reach a compromise with Republicans). Religious groups become commandos in unspoken of battles and war, some fought as proxies for ideologues (or worse) in far away places and others fought to influence local culture and identity.

For all his high-flying rhetoric, with expiration dates or not, he has single-handedly set us back decades. At a time when we should be standing our ground, protecting our borders, rallying our defenses – we are being led down a road to ruin. Those of us who see history repeating itself are only seen as nutcases. We are sternly advised not to question the motives behind his first “victory” in Congress, even if it breaks our backs.

Much has been made of the supposed fact that little of this bill bears the marks of the current President; that it all has be jumbled together by a Congress fat with power and seeking to get all its champagne dreams of a quasi-socialist state rolling in one fell swoop. But what if that is only a partial reading of the truth just as all readings of this bill are partial and superficial?

What if, instead, this bill contains – since it is protean enough to contain almost anything – the actual items that outline the most deeply held beliefs of a man suckled at the breast of all the broken dreams that sent hundreds of millions of humans to the block in the last century? What if, as we root about in the endless paragraphs and pages, we do see the outlines, at last, of what this strange and obscure man actually believes and plans? What if nothing is accident and all is intent? And the intent is “darker than a hundred midnights down in a cypress swamp?”

Will we then understand this secretive man? Or is it already too late?

1 Comment

  1. November 9, 2009 at 10:12 pm

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