Denninger: If You Read One Article This Month…
Read both in full, please, but note: language alert on each.
Since the utterly-predictable collapse of the Dead Elephants on both the budget and the defunding of Obamacare over the past week, I have felt a curious lift in my spirits.
I know now that the aircraft is undoubtedly going into the water, and that I will have to use my ditch gear and training.
If I survive the crash, that is.
But today, the clouds came in again, as the Wisconsin public-union thug demonstrations made me realize that the good guys are deeply and perhaps irretrievably disadvantaged by their own rule-set.
As a good guy, I was raised to respect the law (whatever it was), work hard, follow the rules, and keep my own nose clean. Doing so, taught my parents and the culture of first-half Sixties America, would ensure my success and that of the community in which I lived.
But the cataclysm that struck America in the second half of the Sixties and continues today tore away those social rule-set foundations.
That country and that culture are gone, almost certainly never to return absent a Renaissance presently unforeseeable in the coming decades.
I have fought in the nearly 30 years since my own personal resurrection from drug and alcohol addiction not just to believe in those rules, but to live by them.
Don’t hurt people (at least those who don’t need hurting).
Pay your taxes.
Wear clean underwear.
Obey the law.
Be a good citizen.
Don’t break things that don’t belong to you.
Read the major news periodicals so that you are familiar with the issues of the day.
Register and vote in every election.
Pick up after yourself.
Be kind to others.
And don’t get me wrong — I have, in varying degrees and frequency, failed to live up to each of those “musts”.
But at core, I believed in each of them and, even as I failed, tried the next time to do better.
Events of the past year have convinced me that I have been nothing but a rube, a naif, a fool.
The rule of law in this country is dead.
The idea that you have to work for what you have is dead.
What respect should one have when your country’s leadership in both parties are accessories before, during, and after the fact to a parade of frauds and corruption bordering on the unimaginable in both scope and consequence?
The vast majority of my fellow North American residents actually accept the idea of soon being de facto slaves to our creditors — or, at the very most, will only grumble at the prospect.
What we have, here on the first springish day in the wintry South of the USA, 2011, is a worldwide collection of street gangs, each of whom understands that now and for the foresesable future is the time for root, hog, or die.
And Alex, we’ll take “root” for 3 trillion, please.
Each gang has its own colors, uniforms, language, and other anthropological markers.
The lawyer gangs, the cop gangs, the banker gangs, the politician gangs, the regulator gangs, the union gangs, the government employee gangs, the immigrant gangs, the NGO and QUANGO gangs, the drug gangs, the tax enforcement gangs, the gun enforcement gangs, the disability-rights gangs, the street crime gangs, the climate gangs, the commercial sex gangs, the pundit gangs, the enviro-gangs, the academic gangs, the Islamic gangs, the collectivist gangs….the list is nearly endless.
But the key commonality between all such groups is this:
There are those in the group, and then there is everyone else.
“Everyone else” breaks into two subcategories:
1) Other gangs (each of which can be, at any given time, an ally, an enemy, a takeover target, or an acquiring entity), and
2) The “unaffiliateds”: Individuals or small groups of individuals who are not part of any clearly-differentiated gang.
Guess who’s on the menu 24/7/365 for every other group looking for resources, victims, food, or just a bit of the old ultra-V?
Guess too where falls the average good guy or good gal who still believes in the old values?
Do you see the problem?
It’s all nice and happy to talk about “activism” and “fighting back” and “standing up”. And I don’t for a minute mean to disparage any of the good folks that I have met anywhere along the path of the last eight years of trying to do what I thought was (and likely was) the “right thing”.
But understand – in the Endarkenment, there is no such thing as “the right thing”.
There is only the cannibal pot.
Those unaffiliateds who hold to the old values rather than embracing the new savagery place a “kick me” sign on their own backs — a request that every gang thug of whatever persuasion within booting range will be glad to oblige.
But just know that the really bad guys will read that “kick me” sign as meaning:
“Beat me, take my stuff, savage and then kidnap for further savaging any females with me, and, if you’re feeling peckish and have dispensed with the primal taboos, throw me in the stewpot when you’re done.”
And spare me, please, just this once, the bellowing, chesty “From my seventy-pounds-overweight cold, dead hands in a pile of hot brass with my .308 man’s rifle by any means necessary but only after sufficient provocation lest we slide into the abyss when we gaze into becoming the beast we are fighting for our eternal souls” self-serving-and-deluding masturbatory-fantasy horseshit.
Just this once.
Please. For the love of all that is holy.
Readers of this blog know how few people will actually show up, let alone fight – in any circumstance.
Snyder called it right.
Let me be blunt, dear friends — anybody noticed any bankers going missing lately?
How about union leaders?
The other major and minor cannibals strutting about your AO – every single one of them still has all ten fingers and ten toes, right?
You do understand that these gang members have destroyed the country into which you were born, and ensured that your children and grandchildren face a nearly-inescapable future as debt serfs, right?
Go back now, please, and re-read those last six questions.
Think for a few seconds on each.
Do you understand yet?
At least this old rule still applies:
When you’re sitting around the card table, trying to decide who the sucker is, and you can’t tell……
The old way’s over, boys and girls.
New World Order, indeed.
Form your own gang, or get eaten by someone else’s gang.
It’s just that simple, and just that inescapable.