A perennial problem for the Republican party is the fact that it is almost always out-funded by the Democrats. In recent years, it hasn’t even been close. Where does all this money come from? Folks have documented Leftist agitators getting paid, bussed in, provided with professionally-created signage and messaging. Where does that money come from?
Go on Instagram, and you will see a number of quasi-whores flashing their wares in expensive mansions in exotic locations, with some token Leftist message hashtagged below. Save the whales, maybe. Or they’ll talk about the right to flush your baby down the toilet (or sell its parts for a Lamborghini). How do they afford these exotic trips and stays at million dollar plus mansions? I saw one who said that her job was working at a dog rescue. But every other pic was a vacation photo to some new destination.
Chelsea Clinton has a wedding around the time a whole lot of funding for Haiti disappears. Where did it go? Who bought Chelsea’s surely-expensive designer dress? Where did the money come from?
Tom Kratman posted on ZuckerBook about UNICEF’s party “sizzle”, where they provided a video of their high-dollar festivities. Where did the money come from? If you’re running a fund for what is, ostensibly, a children’s charity, surely the money could be put to better use? How much of the money they receive really goes to the children? The next time we hear of another child sex ring involving the UN, maybe we can infer they really mean something else when they say “children’s fund.”
Think I’m exaggerating about this ‘Louis Vuitton’ and UNICEF shit? Think again. Because nothing says “children first” like blowing $10,000 on an outfit you’re going to wear once.
I’ve mentioned it many times before, because it really was an eye-opening moment for me. A series of Socialists, with Democratic-Socialist imagery in their profiles, descended upon my Twitter to make fun of the fact that I drove a Mustang, and not a Ferrari or a Lamborghini (did they sell babies to get theirs, I wonder?). Find an Instagram whore with a Gucci outfit or a Louis Vuitton handbag, and you’ll find a raging Leftist 9 times out of 10. Who is buying them all this shit? Because I can’t even figure out what it is these people get paid to do. We know how Trump made his money. How did the body positive Instagram girl get her vacation to some fancy hyper-exclusive resort in Cancun?
Most Rightists I know don’t care much for brands or fancy designer clothing – that’s all Leftists, in their dick-measuring contests. Or, excuse me, vagina-measuring contests, since everything from hats to Leftist political slogans are based on female genitals.
Ocasio-Cortez made sure to wear a $3,500 outfit when she took her campaign photos, but then tells us that she can’t afford an apartment in DC. When confronted about her fancy clothing, she explained that a fashion magazine gave them to her. Why does a fashion magazine hand out clothes to politicians, I wonder? And what tranzi bureaucrat or bankroll man forgot to stroke the ‘I need a fancy apartment in DC’ check to Ocasio-Cortez? Come to think of it, does Ocasio-Cortez have an Instagram account? That would explain a lot.
When Zoe Quinn wrote a crappy Word document about depression – which, presumably, everyone who has ever interacted with her has been afflicted with – and called herself a game developer, anointing herself with the Sacred Victim’s mantle (because, you know, everyone who doesn’t want to play a “game” involving a couple of shitty questions about depression is an oppressor), she somehow wound up in front of the UN, testifying on how evil gamers were. Who paid for all that shit?
I mean, I can write a crappy game right now and people will tell me it sucks. Where is my first-class ticket to a UN lovefest? Did Zoe get to stay in a nice mansion with proper modern architectural details and one of those zero-edge pools that’s all the rage these days? Did she get her obligatory Louis Vuitton bag?
Socialists are bizarre creatures. They complain about the rich incessantly. And yet they are gross materialists, sending out the good news to the oppressed working class folks from their iPhone X phones. Excuse me. iPhone XS Max. Who would have a mere iPhone X, these days? So passe. Does it come with a Gucci case?
Apple. Think Leftist.
But remember, folks, their student loans are a terrible crime. Why, someone wants them to pay for those lectures about cisheteropatriarchal oppression of poor transethnic genderqueer mentally disabled people?
Well, yeah. I guess I would be mad if I had to pay for that too. But still.
Still, where does all the money come from? Instagram whore vacations, UN shindigs, fetus-powered Lamborghinis, an army of buses for every Leftist protest about “orange man bad’ and some Yankee tart screaming about the wonders of Socialism in her $3,500 suit right next to a bar that is shutting its doors because of wage controls… who pays for all this crap?
Perhaps more importantly… what does whoever is writing these checks expect to get as a return on this questionable investment? Or is it enough for them to say “I’m better than you plebeian scum.” How positively Socialist of them, right?
I want to try my hand at writing a novel I’ve had outlined for years. I don’t know that I am ready for it yet, but I wanted to share a snippet to see if it’s something that piques the interest of my readers. The following is the first scene of the novel.
On the night before the scheduled altercast to Madis, while most of his crew was out boozing and throwing money at strippers, an ancient priest came to visit Captain Kyle Rivera at his spartan apartment in Killeen’s outer sector.
As Kyle opened the door, the oppressive heat and lip-cracking dryness nearly overwhelmed him, and he motioned the old priest inside quickly. Even in Killeen’s spring season, the climate was near to intolerable. It would be a relief, he thought, to escape back into space for a few months.
Kyle sized up the priest. He was about the same height as Kyle’s own five foot eleven, though much thinner, without the burgeoning beer gut, and with hair so gray it was almost white. His eyes were green, generally a sign of Nova Roman ancestry, and were quite exotic compared to Kyle’s own far more common brown. Nova Romans rarely traveled to the fringe worlds unless they had no other choice in the matter.
“You said it was urgent in your comm, father.” Kyle slid a few empty beer bottles off the rarely used guest chair. “I apologize for the accommodations. I’m not exactly a man of higher means, you know?” Even on backwater Killeen, the only city worth the title on the planet of the same name, the sanctity of the collar was respected, even by a man who hadn’t seen the inside of a confessional in well over a decade. Kyle was quite genuinely embarrassed, but there had been no time to prepare for the priest’s arrival.
The priest shrugged, though there was a little hesitation as he sat in the proffered chair. “I won’t be long. You are the captain of the Santiago.” It wasn’t really a question.
Kyle nodded. “Yeah. But, I don’t see why the Church is interested in a standard gate build out on the galactic fringe worlds. Especially since it’s a corporate job. We do it all the time…”
The priest’s eyes narrowed slightly. “It’s not what you’re doing, it’s where. Are you familiar with the extra-galactic origin theory?”
“Vaguely. Being honest, father… I don’t pay much attention to that shit – pardon me. Somebody calls me, offers my outfit an altercasting job to build a gate in some dump, and if the money is good, I go. Not a whole lot of theorizing and such.” Kyle cracked open a beer and offered one to the priest, who politely declined.
Do priests even drink? Kyle wondered briefly, taking a sip. Their loss if they don’t.
“Humans aren’t native to this sector,” the priest gestured to the only window in the shoddy apartment. The lights of Killeen’s pitiful skyline dominated an otherwise dark, featureless desert void. “Nor are they native to Nova Roma – the very name suggests as much. Most think we arrived from elsewhere in our galaxy, and though the Church takes no official position on the subject, that is the position we… encourage.”
“I take it you’re not a believer,” Kyle said, his curiosity piqued despite himself.
“The Church’s records on the subject are extremely fragmentary,” the old man continued. “Forensic data archaeologists haven’t been able to piece together much from before the third century post-landing, and even that is quite scattered and messy. But, and this is why I’m here tonight, one of the oldest records we’ve been able to reconstruct mentions Madis, specifically. The coordinates, adjusted for a spatial drift, are a perfect match.”
“So?” Kyle mused, taking another pull from his beer. He frowned as, somehow, the beer was already half-gone. “The Church knew where it was for a long time. We know where a lot of empty planets are. I don’t get the significance.” Gate-building business had been slowing a little in recent years, Kyle reflected, but there were still plenty of known, unsettled worlds without gates. The trouble was justifying the enormous expense to build a gate, not any lack of known worlds to explore.
“Those of us who believe in the extra-galactic origin theory think it might be the first world visited by our ancestors, or at least the closest one we know of.” The priest pulled a tablet out of his bag and pointed to a flashing red indicator in Church Latin. “The ancestors also warned us not to return there in very emphatic terms.”
Kyle almost spit out his beer. “Look, and this is with all due respect, but if you’re here, telling me this shit, I’m guessing you took this to WorldCorp and they told you to go to… er… well, they said they’re doing it anyway. Right?”
A flash of annoyance crossed the priest’s features, and Kyle knew he had struck gold.
“If you’re trying to tell me to say no to two million credits then I’m going to have to decline your not-so-generous offer. And it won’t do you any good anyway, WorldCorp will just give the job to another crew. They want those mining rights pretty damned bad, father.”
“Two million, you said,” the priest asked, reaching into his bag again. He produced an e-paper certificate with the blockchain code flashing on the upper right. “I have a bond here drawn on the Church’s estates for five-hundred thousand credits. It’s yours if you call WorldCorp and cancel the contract right now.” Estate certificates drawn on the Church were better than gold in most places.
The mostly-empty beer bottle clattered to the floor. Five-hundred thousand credits, for doing nothing at all? Kyle was floored. Whatever he expected from the priest, it certainly wasn’t this.
“I… don’t understand. I mean, even if I said no, another altercasting crew will surely take the contract and then…”
“You’re the last one, Captain Rivera. WorldCorp will find there are no other crews willing to take the job.”
“You bought them all?” Kyle tried not to think of the enormous expense that represented. WorldCorp must really want the mining rights to that system, because surely the Church would have tried to bribe them directly before going to every altercasting crew in the Churchlands. Sure, it’s specialty work, but there are least a dozen other crews and… Well never mind that. Do I want five-hundred thousand credits for free, without months of my life getting flushed down the shitter? We can take another job, maybe that gig in Ravenna, and pocket the money as a bonus. Of course, if the Church is this desperate…
“One million.” Kyle demanded, trying not to betray his own anxiety.
“If you call WorldCorp right now, and cancel the contract with me as a witness, the Church will agree to one million.” He reached into his bag and produced a second certificate.
“Jesus… you’re serious. Okay, no problem…”
Mercifully, the priest declined to call him out on his casual blasphemy. Kyle stood and faced the wall comm, pinging the local WorldCorp headquarters. It was exceedingly late on board the orbital habitat, but if he knew his man…
Sure enough, Paul’s groggy, stubble-covered face filled the screen. His eyes were slanted in a fashion common in the Eastlands. The systems in the galactic east had been settled by a slightly different genetic mix than the galactic west. “Captain Kyle. This is unexpected. And… fuck. Not again.” He caught sight of the priest. “Whatever this man is telling you is bullshit.”
Kyle nodded his firm agreement. “Yes sir, it’s probably horseshit and then some. But his money is good. And I can exercise my opt-out clause.”
“You don’t want to do that. You do that, and you’ll never get a job from us again.” Paul frowned.
“Now who is full of shit? If every other altercasting crew in the Churchlands is out, then that means we were last on your list anyway. And you told me you called me first. Shame on you for lying.” He chuckled. Kyle had never believed that little lie. After that job on Cordova III, the whole crew had been on the WorldCorp shit list. Come to think of it, Kyle wondered, it was really suspicious that they’d even bother with us after all that. Maybe there’s something to this priest’s claims.
“What’s he offering you?” Paul sidestepped the question entirely.
“One million. And that’s for doing nothing at all. And me? I like doing nothing. Been wanting to do nothing for years, in fact. I got a whole lot of plans for doing nothing.”
“We’ll do four.” Paul said simply.
Well, he doesn’t waste time. Kyle smiled, this was going very well for him indeed. His crew would be elated, he could finally offer full-bonus for the first time in almost ten standard years. With that kind of money, he could retire if he really wanted to do it. But there was almost certainly more room on the table.
“Six million or I walk.”
“Don’t do this.” The priest’s strained voice came from behind him.
“Unless you can beat his offer, I’m definitely doing this.” The priest’s silence confirmed that he either could not, or would not.
On the viewer, Paul stroked his chin nervously. There was a dangerous look in his eyes. “Fine. Six million. I’ll have the papers drawn up in the morning. Don’t be late, this does not alter our timetable, understand?”
Kyle nodded, and Paul cut the transmission. He turned to the priest, wondering what he could even say. It was awkward enough having a man of the cloth in his apartment, and now…
“I’m sorry, father but… I’m a businessman. Still, I wouldn’t have been able to do that without your assistance. So, you want a cut, maybe? Maybe I could donate half a mill to the Church or something. Call it a tithe.”
The priest angrily collected his things and headed for the door. Just before he slammed it, the priest cursed loudly in an unpriestlike manner. “Fucking idiot redneck.”
For a moment, Kyle was consumed with the thought that he had just made a terrifying mistake. But six million credits was six million credits, right?
It was only then that he realized the priest had never even offered his name.
So unless you’ve been living under a rock, you’ve seen the results by now. The Democrats pulled the House, which wasn’t exactly unexpected. The Republican lead in the Senate expanded, enough that one or two flaky RINOs are unlikely stand in the way of Trump appointments. My home state of Florida was a mixed bag. Ron DeSantis pulled a win, by less than one percent, for the governor’s race. This was an extremely important race, because Andrew Gillum wasn’t just a run-of-the-mill Democrat, he was a Bernie Sanders-endorsed Democratic-Socialist. Rick Scott barely eked a win out against Bill Nelson, but this is almost certainly heading to a recount, which means the voting dead will be added to the tally for Nelson. I don’t think it will be enough, the margin is beyond that which I think the Democrats can steal. But they will try.
However, a few things went bad in Florida, too. An amendment to restore voting rights to felons after their time has been served passed by a wide margin. This will pose great challenges in delivering Florida to the Right in 2020 and beyond. Margins are so narrow in Florida, that this could be sufficient to turn the state blue next time around. Furthermore, a number of tax hikes passed in my county, and one of the two tax limitation amendments failed to pass. Florida could be lost soon. To give you an idea, most of my family volunteered with the DeSantis campaign – and half of us didn’t even support him in the primaries. Gillum was such a threat that it required direct involvement. My cousin really went above and beyond for the campaign.
We didn’t get a Blue Wave last night. We got a Purple Mixed Bag. The Democrats will undoubtedly cause trouble from the House, but without the Senate, they can’t really make anything stick. Still, they continue to play alternative paths toward their desired demographic lock. If we don’t have the votes in Florida, says the Democrat, let’s raid the prison cells for more votes. If we can’t swing Texas for Beto, say the Lefties, let’s get some more illegals, grant them amnesty, give them a rapid path to citizenship (or just fuck with voter ID laws), and get those votes that way.
Demographic destiny is a favorite catchphrase on the Left. And yet, if confronted about this agenda that they discuss publicly they will deny it. On social media this morning, I witnessed an argument between a Rightist and a Leftist, and the Leftist supplied a whole litany of links to studies and political opinion pieces on how immigrants don’t vote any differently, overall, than natural-born citizens, so it must really be hatred for brown people that motivates the Right. And yet, the Left is fond of throwing the fact that America will be a rainbow multicultural stew, and we better get used to the idea, because the Left will be in power, since demographics are destiny. This is beyond even a Motte & Bailey fallacy and into straight up dishonesty. Don’t believe a word of any of it. They will use whatever rhetorical tool is necessary to take us off the scent, that’s all.
This political cartoon captures the concept well enough:
If Mexicans voted like Cubans, Obama would have built a wall as tall as Trump Tower. It’s all about bringing in people who will vote Socialist. They don’t believe in multicultural super-diversity any more than we do. That’s why most well-off white liberals live in lily-white gated communities or gentrified downtown districts. They just want Socialism so that they can steal more from the rest of us, and lord over us like the elite, super-smart technocrats they imagine themselves to be.
That’s why Trump irritates them so much. He’s the last roadblock in their path to Socialism, which they crave more than a crackhead wants his next high. They will do anything to get it. Illegals? Caravans of migrants? Violent felons? Islamists? The voting dead? Democrats will take them all in. Nothing matters except power. And, at least in my state, the balance is so close they are going insane. They are acting like a toddler waiting to get in to Disney World. They’ve waited in line all day, and they can see the entrance! They are almost there! And then Trump turns to them and says “you know, on second thought, we’re going home.” They whine, and scream, and throw a temper tantrum. They were RIGHT THERE!
If you’ve ever raised a toddler you’ll see the resemblance in how Antifas and idiots like Maxine Waters act. They thought this was a done deal, and they just can’t accept no for answer. That’s why every victory we win feels like moving a mountain. It’s analogous to pulling a toddler who is dragging his feet on the ground, screaming. Add to that the ever-present Free Shit Army, Mitt Romney’s 47% who will never vote anything other than a straight Democrat ticket, under any circumstances whatsoever, and things aren’t looking good.
On the plus side, the Blue Wave was mitigated. The Democrats managed some wins here and there, but failed in their big takeover. Some of the winners in the House were more moderate Democrats, Trump might be able to work with a few of them. So we can expect more kicking and screaming in the days to come. The power of the media and Leftist money to swing elections is waning. They threw in everything but the kitchen sink into the Beto campaign. He was a rockstar. He was given truckloads of money. He was the media darling, the new rising star, Obama 2.0. And while Beto did move the needle, he still couldn’t break Cruz. The media, academia, and Hollywood are still bastions of Leftist power, but their influence is decreasing. Or, perhaps more accurately, they’ve converted about as many Americans as can be converted. They’ve reached their high water mark.
For now, Congress is a relative stalemate, a bit of split government. Long-term, I still think this will go violent sooner or later. Like my home state, America is on a razor-thin edge. When the balance is broken, the losing side is almost certainly going to regard it as a do-or-die moment. And unlike a mere state government, at that point there will be nowhere else to run to. The final battles against Socialism will be fought here. Hopefully just in the ballot box, but that does seem increasingly unlikely.
At the core of a great many political disputes – and in some cases, outright wars, genocides, etc… – is disagreement about the mutability of human nature. How much of who were is baked in via our genes and instincts, how much is environmental (what we eat, what happens around us, etc…), and how much is directly tied to nurture and conscious teaching (parents, teachers, etc…)?
I’ve long argued that all of the above is the correct answer, albeit in unknown and varied percentages. I am extremely skeptical of anyone who claims he definitively knows the percentages, or knows that one alone is responsible. If you look at extreme political movements, you will note one commonality among most (perhaps all) of them: they pick one of the three types and run with it to the exclusion of the others, to obtain some kind of imagined perfect end state. For instance, the Nazis were racial purists. In effect, they argued that it was all in the genes. They then set about trying to eliminate what they viewed as incorrect genes, inferior races, etc… They didn’t attempt to change the environment of the people they didn’t like, nor did they attempt to teach or reason with the people they didn’t like. Thus they clearly believed that all of importance was contained within racial characteristics. We all know where that madness leads.
Marxists generally believe that mankind is fully, consciously, mutable. In other words, that nurture and conscious teaching overrides all else, and it is possible to teach man to be perfect, in contradiction to his fallen nature. Therefore, Marxists persist in a vision of political perfection, or as we refer to it today, political correctness. A certain perfect end state is imagined, and like the Nazis, they are fully willing to kill those who do not conform to their vision. If anything, they are more determined to do this, because the existence of those who cannot be taught to be Socialists contradicts their assertion that mankind is perfectible, that human nature can be altered according to their whims. This madness, though different in its root causes, leads to more or less the same destination as Nazism: a mountain of murdered people.
That Marxism isn’t treated with the same cultural loathing as Nazism is, in my opinion, one of the greatest tragedies of our age.
The Marxist denies that genes have anything to do with anything, really, and will be extremely offended if you even posit the possibility. I like to use the basketball player example. Height is an advantage in basketball. Certain ethnicities are taller, on average, than others. That’s the way it is. If someone takes this fact off the table, he is left with the sense that discrimination, favoritism, or exploitation would have to explain the difference in representation when, in fact, no discrimination is necessary (though it is possible) to produce the observed disparity.
Nor does the Marxist worry overmuch about environmental (in the sense referenced in the beginning of this post) concerns. He may, on occasion, assert that criminality is due to poverty, for instance. But it is almost always used as a bludgeon to get one of his redistribution schemes going, and that involves teaching everybody about the wonders of Socialism, which is his real goal. If environmental concerns enter the awareness of a Marxist, they are always subservient to his notions that man can be perfected through conscious guidance. Because if, say, more wealth and better nutrition would work to help folks out, he’d have to convert to Capitalism.
It all goes back to an absurd arrogance on the part of people who a) believe that mankind can be made perfect (through any means) and b) think they know just the method to do it. Imagine the narcissism necessary to believe any of that, to think that you know exactly how the souls and attitudes of men are formed; to think that you can control this precisely to achieve your desired result. And most arrogant of all, that you know mankind’s objectively perfect end state. It’s madness to believe any of that.
Mankind is imperfect. Mankind will always be imperfect, short of divine intervention or man becoming something else entirely. We don’t know how men are shaped with any degree of precision. All we have are some identified means that contribute in some fashion, to some unknown degree. We don’t even know if we have identified all of the methods. But these cretins think they have all the answers? Fools! Madmen, all of them.
And that last little bit is circumstantial evidence that mankind is always going to be fucked up. At least until God decides he’s had enough, I suppose.
Let’s begin with a quote from which the rest of this post will naturally follow:
Oddly enough, it is the intellectual snobbery and elitism of many of the literati that politically correct egalitarianism appeals to; their partiality to literary Marxism is based not on its economic theory but on its hostility to business and the middle class. The character of this anti-bourgeois sentiment therefore has more in common with its origin in aristocratic disdain for the lower orders than with egalitarianism.
– John M. Ellis
Most of my readers are likely personally familiar with this attitude. Debate a Leftist on social media and prepare yourself for a barrage of insults. You are ignorant, uneducated, immoral, hateful, and many other horrible, terrible things. The implication, of course, is that they are not these things. They are superior to you, better than you, more moral, more intelligent, etc…
Some time ago on Twitter, a self-declared Socialist explained to me that my car, a 2015 Mustang, was so plebeian. It was, he declared, entirely common. Anybody could afford the payments, he said (that I disdain auto loans and bought mine in cash never entered his mental calculations). I found this utterly fascinating, for Socialists usually claim to be acting for the common man. How could the word “common” thus be insulting?
Ocasio-Cortez became something of a meme after some enterprising reddit user humorously tabulated the cost of the various high fashion items she was wearing, while representing herself as a woman of the working class:
Because, as we know, the common man (or woman) wears a $3500 outfit. This tied in rather neatly with the Twitter Socialist decrying my automobile as too common. A proper Socialist would undoubtedly only drive a Ferrari or something. Ocasio-Cortez defended this by claiming the clothing was lent to her from the fashion industry. That doesn’t make it any better. Rich champagne Socialists are jumping on her bandwagon and dressing her as one of them? More elitists to tell you that the common man sucks.
The essence of modern Socialism is thus a carefully calculated message: “I’m better than you, neener-neener.” Everything they say is tainted with this. Pull up an article on any Left-leaning outlet and see it for yourself. Michael Crichton coined the term the Gell-Mann Effect to explain how people could be so blind to media stupidity. Perhaps we can coin a new term to refer to the Left’s smug superiority complex.
We could call it the Ocasio-Cortez Effect.
Socialism appeals to the very poor and the very wealthy. The very poor, of course, are jumping on the train because elitist Socialists are promising them a mountain of free shit. We can understand, and to some extent even forgive, their support of the far Left. The wealthy Socialists have a different conception of things, something Thomas Sowell explained quite clearly:
The almost universal disdain toward the middle class — the bourgeoisie — by those with cosmic visions can be more readily understood in light of the role of such visions as personal gratification and personal license. The middle classes have been classically people of rules, traditions, and self-discipline, to a far greater extent than the underclass below them or the wealthy and aristocratic classes above them. While the underclass pay the price of not having the self-discipline of the bourgeoisie — in many ways, ranging from poverty to imprisonment — the truly wealthy and powerful can often disregard the rules, including laws, without paying the consequences. Those with cosmic visions that seek escape from social constraints regarded as arbitrary, rather than inherent, tend to romanticize the unruliness of the underclass and the sense of being above the rules found among the elite.
– Thomas Sowell
Only someone far removed from the reality of the world could truly believe something like Socialism could work on an intellectual level. Marxist thinking is a disease that is precisely tailored to infect the mind of the intellectual elitist – after all, Marx himself was one such. Rationalizing absurdity is the province of an arrogant mind disconnected from the consequences (as Taleb would say, someone without skin in the game), not necessarily a stupid one. It takes someone far removed from the consequences of his actions to believe objective reality could be made subservient to subjective whims.
Socialists are a collective mirror of Xerxes trying to whip the sea into obedience. That’s the sort of thing only a smug, self-entitled, angry, and dare I say childish individual could possibly come up with. But stupid? No, not stupid. No doubt Xerxes had some twisted, self-satisfied rationalization for why the gods would obey him, should he do those things.
Or maybe he was just a petulant child. Sometimes it can be difficult to tell the difference between a smug elitist and a child throwing a temper tantrum. When you see Antifas lighting garbage cans on fire and breaking windows while screaming “FUCK TRUUUUUUMP”, know that you’re seeing a lesser version of Xerxes having the sea whipped.
Look at the Socialists out there today, with their Starbucks coffee, Apple iPhones, and mountains of debt. They say they are better than you. They say they are smarter, more moral, more fashionable, etc… They would never be caught dead with a common product, naturally. Nor would they be caught dead with the common working man. Coal miners? Fuck those guys! Plumbers? Electricians? Line workers? So plebeian!
I bet they drive Mustangs. And they probably don’t even wear Gucci! So passe.
Is it any wonder working and middle class folks came out in support of Trump in such a big way? Decades worth of Leftists were shitting on the common working class man, and finally they had enough. Once the Left at least pretended to like these people, to fight for them. Now they only fight for foreigners. Send truckloads of illegals, refugees, and whoever else they can possibly ship over the border and give them as much free shit as possible. Provided, of course, that they vote for Socialists. Socialists with Prada bags, presumably.
That’s always the bargain. If Mexicans voted like Cubans, Obama would have built walls that put Babylon and the Great Wall of China to shame. They’d have been thicker and taller than the Theodosian walls of Constantinople.
Do what your betters say. Obey. It’s an affliction that even makes itself known on the nominal right. Tom Nichols is a big fan of obeying the experts because they are better than you. And by experts, he is really referring to technocrats. Most technocrats, of course, lean Socialist.
I will close with one quote the anointed experts, self-avowed champagne Socialists, and Ferrari drivers should take note of:
Were we directed from Washington when to sow, and when to reap, we should soon want bread.
– Thomas Jefferson
The Founders knew perfectly well the dangers of Socialism… long before it was even called by that name. Government by anointed elitists who know better than you is as ancient as the historical record.
Probably more, actually.