I know that everyone is having kittens over the gun control laws that are in our very near future, imposed by our Dear Leader out of his love for us and his benevolent will. But I just can’t join in that chorus. Not because I believe the bullsh*t caricature of the average American gun owner as portrayed by our pompous elitist pseudo-intellectuals in the media, but because I believe that every good thing comes to an end, and beautiful things die when they are not attended to. We have neglected our personal freedoms and abdicated our role are cultural caretakers for too long. And I don’t think we can be saved. We are going to lose our rights in an overt fashion now precisely because we gave them up piecemeal over decades of apathetic navel-gazing.
Scream all you like, but the country as a whole reelected this demagoguing, cynical prat, and we get what’s coming to us. These things can and will happen to us. We’ve lost all the battles that matter, which means we will lose the war.
I don’t mean to say that we should stop fighting it, but that we need to reexamine our tactics. The war of ideas was lost long ago to a group that values neither reason not logic nor ideas. We’re fighting smart bombs with trench warfare.
Or trench warfare with smart bombs. No, that’s not right because we’re losing. I don’t know.
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Yes, we’ve lost all the battles that matter. I know the losses go back much further, but I’ve pinpointed the 1996 re-election of Bill Clinton as the point that I knew it was over, the voting public was too far gone.
That argument can definitely be made.
True Story (evidence of how badly we’ve lost)
I’m standing in line at Walmart just before Christmas and the line is held up because the woman in front of me is trying to buy some of those Christmas cracker things that you pull open to a beauteous popping noise. These things obviously contain something akin to the caps we old folks used to have in our toy guns as kids. Apparently New Jersey considers these unsafe or suspect because the cashier first asks for the woman’s birth date (to be sure that she is old enough to pack a Christmas cracker) and dutifully plugs it in. Then the register apparently told her that a mere date wasn’t enough, but that she needs a driver’s license. Much chaos ensues as the cashier awaits her manager to unlock the register so the license info can replace the birth date and in the meantime I made some well meaning comment about being regulated out of our skins. The woman looked at me and said “well, I’m willing to do it if it means no more things like Newtown.”
OK… I should have said something about not being able to imagine someone going into a school heavily armed with Christmas crackers and doing damage to life and limb, but I was so gob-smocked that I mumbled something about banning fertilizer because if the determined murderer had not had a gun he would have probably blown the whole school to smithereens. Yeah, I know. Wrong argument. Wrong time. However, her inclination to hand over freedom over such tiny things for some imagined sense of safety was just stupifying.
I am aghast. And horrified. And nauseated.
“Well, I’m willing to do it if it means no more things like Newtown.”
Yeah, well it wont.
Hey, you idiot, it’s “won’t”.
Sheesh!
The woman looked at me and said “well, I’m willing to do it if it means no more things like Newtown.”
My reply would have been, “Pray then, that your chains don’t set too heavily on you…”
I like that.
The “war of ideas” is a whisper in a thunderstorm when most people aren’t hearing what we have to say on the State Aligned Media (SAM). Or the SAM has five Leftist guests talking over the one from our side. We are in the rope-a-dope phase now and we’re the dopes.