“Hey frog, that’s not a bath that’s a pot, those aren’t bubbles that’s water that’s beginning to boil, you better jump the F out while you still can”
— 🌎 Shawn Taylor (@staylormusic) September 13, 2021
David Solway: Medical Mandates: A Hideous Strength
One recalls C.S. Lewis’ dystopian novel That Hideous Strength, a longtime favorite of mine, where he speaks of “false writings” and “men maddened with false promises and soured with true miseries.” Lewis held to an apocalyptic vision of moral and intellectual surrender to the idols of mere self-sufficiency and hedonistic indulgence, of a time characterized by the death of meaning and the weakening of belief in a just and merciful God. “The shadow of one dark wing is over all Tellus,” the human spirit is being progressively “enclosed,” as he describes it. There is not much of the Rapture here, little indication of the new Jerusalem prophesied in Revelation.
David Marshall, also a devoted reader of Lewis, regards the novel as “a profound and prescient vision of institutional evil, of a sort that is all too recognizable in our time…fus[ing] political power, technology, and the occult.” Of course, Lewis was not thinking of a biovirus closing down the planet but of the relentless slide toward totalitarian governance everywhere he looked, especially in the democratic West, much as Yevgeny Zamyatin, George Orwell, Aldous Huxley and José Saramago forecast in their signature works. Lewis was more preoccupied with the eclipse of faith, which he saw as undermining the integrity and cohesion of the great Judeo-Christian experiment to establish a system of individual liberty and rule of law, grounded in natural and divine justice.
The belief in such principles ensured and sustained a viable culture, which was inevitably fragile and always susceptible to the incursion of the “demonic” in one form or another. He would not have been surprised at the current pandemic of lies, political demagoguery, and the recruitment of a public devoid of the moral strength to resist an orthodoxy of deception—the sway of the sons and daughters of the Father of Lies…
Vanderleun @ American Digest: The Wind in the Heights
AT THE TURN OF THE CENTURY I lived in Brooklyn Heights in, of course, Brooklyn…
When the wind came from the south off the harbor those who lived on the Heights got to breathe the sea air first before the rest of the city had its way with it. And it usually did blow from the south even if there were days when it blew in from the west across the southern tip of Manhattan. At least, I think that it did on numerous days even if I only remember it from one.
I don’t remember the wind from that day because it blew hard and long. The winter, spring, and fall brought many blizzards and storms to the Heights with winds that would howl over the roofs and pulse in the chimney of my parlor floor apartment. In winter it would slam against the stones of the facade and rattle the windows while rolling snow so fine against the door that a dusty drift would work its way through the weather stripping and into the foyer by morning.
So if I think about the storms I can say they always came to the Heights on the big shoulders of a bigger wind, but I don’t really remember any one of those winds. In my memory, I just assume they were there, a part of the storm. Winds always are a part of any storm. Just as the French say “Never a rose without a thorn,” so “Never a storm without a wind.”
Except once and then the storm came later. And even if that wind has now become a faint foreign breeze moving over a distant landscape of sand and rubble and blood, it rolls along still and will in time make its way back to where it began.
The wind came when the pillar of fire became, in what seemed a moment outside of time, a pillar of smoke. We had been standing on the Promenade that morning in our thousands watching death rage at the center of a beautiful September morning. It was a morning with a clear and washed blue sky; the kind of rare New York morning when you can believe, again, that anything is possible in that city of dreams that so often dissolve into disappointment.
Anything, of course, except the two towers whose peaks were engulfed in flames.
Anything, it would seem, but what we were seeing…
History is replete with examples of nations, successful and not-so-successful alike, that abruptly committed suicide.
The ancient polis of Corcyra devoured itself in a bloody conflict as a collective madness took hold of the island city-state during the Peloponnesian War.
The Jacobins in 1793 hijacked the French Revolution and turned a movement toward a constitutional republic into a totalitarian, year-zero effort to destroy the past and ensure equity for all—or else. The Reign of Terror—and eventually Napoleon—followed.
The effort to force war-weary Czarist Russia to reform into a constitutional monarchy ended up being kidnapped by a small but lethal clique of Leninist Bolsheviks. What ensued was the destruction of Russian life—and millions of corpses—over the next 70 years. Ditto Mao Zedong’s various murderous resets culminating in the cannibalistic “Cultural Revolution.” Mao’s final tab was 60-70 million deaths of his fellow Chinese.
French, Russian, and Chinese wokists all toppled statues, canceled out the nonbelievers, wiped away history, tore down monuments, and declared themselves the purest of all generations in their year zero—before getting down to the business of dividing up the spoils and settling scores.
Most of these bloodbaths started out with the supposedly noble idea of delivering social justice, equity, and fairness before they inevitably went deadly and feral. We should be just as worried about our own woke pandemic.
Start with the idea that “wokeness” is an ideology divorced from reality. Nearly all of its premises are complete distortions…
I had it down to a science. Up at 5:00 a.m. Shower. Dress. Fill my travel mug with coffee. Out the door by 5:30 a.m.
It was an early fall morning, with a chill in the air. Clear blue sky. That day I was sharing a ride with a friend who also worked in the city. Little did I know how the decision to commute, and not drive myself, would affect me later in the day. We left early to avoid traffic and keep the commute to an hour.
Thus started my regular 56-mile trip from rural Loudoun County, Virginia to the U.S. Department of the Interior (DOI) office at 1849 C Street, NW in Washington, DC. 1849 is the year DOI was created. The building is located about two blocks west of the White House.
I was three months into my new job as deputy director of the Office of External and Intergovernmental Affairs within the Immediate Office of the Secretary, then Gale Norton. It was a political appointment and my first job in government. The George W. Bush administration was a mere eight months old. I was honored to serve.
As was my habit, I grabbed something to eat from the cafeteria (and more coffee) and proceeded to my desk to get organized for the day. The secretary’s chief of staff (COS) also arrived early, and I wanted to be there in case he needed something.
Also, as was my habit, I turned on the television to monitor morning news. At 8:46 a.m., Katie Couric suddenly announced, “Apparently a plane has just crashed into the World Trade Center.” Like millions of Americans, I was transfixed on the horrific pictures of the building on fire and eyewitness accounts of the scene. A few people in my office wandered in to watch the TV. At that point, we all thought it was some terrible accident.
Knowing that the COS and the secretary did not regularly have a TV on in their offices, I asked one of my staffers to go down and inform the COS about the accident.
Then, at 9:03 a.m., we all saw it happen. We saw, live on TV, what turned out to be Flight 175 fly directly into the South Tower. These were deliberate acts. I immediately went down to the secretary’s office. This was clearly a more serious matter.
In the secretary’s outer office, her senior staff were gathered. They had already received a call from the White House Operations Office. Devolution protocols were initiated, plans that had been briefed but never expected to be used…
Kylee Zempel: Would You Have Stormed The Cockpit?
What is it that enables a man to look death square in the face and say, “Let’s roll”? How courageous must you be to face your brutal end and, rather than think of yourself, to think of the people still firmly planted on Earth who might be in harm’s way? How does a young, hard-working wife and mother like policewoman-turned-flight attendant CeeCee Lyles dial her husband to say “I love you” and “goodbye” with a calm voice?
As then-Vice President Dick Cheney reportedly said after hearing that Flight 93 had gone down in Pennsylvania: “I think an act of heroism just took place on that plane.”
But heroes aren’t born. They are formed. There’s an obvious contrast in the brave men and women of Flight 93 two decades ago and most Americans today.
The former stared down death and, despite fear, spent their final breaths in service to each other and to Americans they had never met. They clung to their humanity and their freedom in one hand and their faith in the other and bravely forged ahead for the good of others. Their untimely deaths represent thousands of other lives spared, for if the passengers hadn’t taken action, the plane likely would have shredded the U.S. Capitol and everyone inside.
The latter group, the Americans of 2021, compose a culture mired in an unhealthy relationship with death. Here we kill off the weak and innocent and chalk it up to empowerment and choice. We consume death as entertainment and shrug at mid-day murderous carjackings and cities leveled by lethal riots. We tremble and rage at the risk of contracting an endemic virus and demand that others sacrifice for our own comfort…
Many media and political figures expressed outrage online after former President George W. Bush appeared to use his speech commemorating the 20th anniversary of 9/11 to compare January 6 Capitol protesters to the Islamic terrorists who viciously attacked America, killing nearly three thousands innocents and wounding more than double that number.
Speaking at the 9/11 memorial service for Flight 93 in Pennsylvania, Bush recalled the September 11 attacks while warning of future terrorist threats to the United States.
“We have seen growing evidence that the dangers to our country can come not only across borders but from violence that gathers within,” he said.
Alluding to American citizens who stormed Capitol Hill to protest the 2020 election, the former president stated:
There is little cultural overlap between violent extremists abroad and violent extremists at home. But in it’s disdainful pluralism, in their disregard for human life, in their determination to defile national symbols, they are children of the same foul spirit and it is our continuing duty to confront them.
Footnote here: Worth noting that many who voted for Trump and still support him, also voted for, supported and defended George W. Bush for eight years (and after), especially in the storm of MSM, democrat, and leftist attacks during a time of two wars. But he still has political establishment elitist ass-chafe because we did not vote for his brother in order to continue the Bush family political dynasty in the American presidency. And he, along with the completely clueless and arrogant GOP establishment, does not believe the Founding Fathers meant for regular Americans to be able to run for and hold these government offices, not just American political royalty. So, “W” trashes and disparages the people who very well may have stuck by him through thick and thin … and debases these Americans to the level of those well-trained and calculated 19 suicide bombers of thousands of our people … and he was blamed for it all just eight months in office. Like Colin Powell, John McCain, and others considered Neocons and/or RINOS, George W. Bush has spent all the respect I still held for him. Gone.
Debra Burlingame: 9/11 Twenty Years On: A Sister Speaks: An open letter from Debra Burlingame, sister of Capt. Charles F. “Chic” Burlingame, pilot, American flight 77, who died in the attack on the Pentagon, September 11, 2001.
Gabrielle Temaat: FBI Releases Newly Declassified Document On 9/11 Saudi Link
Ace: Joe Biden Spends 9/11 Talking About Boxing Trump, Complaining About “F*** Joe Biden” Signs … Yep, what happens when way more than one kid announces “the emperor has no clothes”.
~~Many thanks to Maggie and The Universal Spectator for reprint permission.