Deana’s latest article is relevant here. It’s arguable that the vast welfare state can be considered as an option only when economies are as huge and productive as ours is. Whether socialism is a “smoothing out” of social ills or a leech sucking the lifeblood out of a population is likely a function of degree and inherent purpose.
It’s funny that no one’s vision of a social utopia is of people having to pitch in or make an effort before receiving “free stuff.” Why isn’t this an idea that lightens all hearts and gives a buzz of joy? It’s funny that there is no calculus in regards to the forced confiscation of other people’s property and the harm that might come to them. But in the Marxist utopia, the rich are villains by definition and the poor are victims by definition. This is the paradigm we exist in now. It is poison.
We are at the stage where our government is a net harm to us. It fails badly at its most basic functions (such as securing the integrity of its borders) and chases utopian pseudo-science such as “climate change.” It’s wasting our future with debt and drowning our liberties in red tape. As Deana noted in her latest article:
In fact, this gargantuan web of agencies now dwarfs the three Constitutional branches of government, in both numbers and power, and no checks and balances keep it under our control. We are governed now, not by duly passed law, but by silent unrestrained regulations designed to appropriate our money and to steal our freedom.
I was listening to some libtard radio station on the way home from mountain biking this afternoon. Some squishy musician was on there and the topic was suicide. He was making a plea to all those out there who might be thinking of killing themselves. And although he clearly meant well, his plea was so full of squishy platitudes, I can’t imagine anyone out there listening wouldn’t simply feel more alienated from a culture that is very “nice” but is miles away from actually understanding anyone, or caring to. And understanding is at the heart of compassion.
Our society is committing suicide right now, financially, politically, socially, and dermatologically (yes…tattoos, a stand-in for the Vulgarians and all the stupid stuff). My job, as I see it, is to shine a light of true compassion. And that starts with understanding the situation out there, especially how it effects people. There’s a dark superficial idiocy clouding our land. Its soul is being stained with half-truths, lies, misinformation, naive utopian dreams, and just plain noxious Marxism. You wonder if high suicide rates amongst transgenders doesn’t have more to do with the culture failing them then anything else. What most people need is a compassionate bucket of ice water thrown over stupid ideas so that they can save themselves from going down cultural or personal cul-de-sacs.
We are very much “at risk” (a word choice I despise, but I’ll use it here) if we are not aware of the darkness enclosing us. As much as I try to make a plea that people don’t make a religion of bitching and complaining, it is absolutely essential that we have someone to confirm that darkness we are seeing descend. In this shared recognition there is hope. When you know it is raining, you can carry an umbrella. When you know that what you’re seeing is not normal, you can gain insight and comfort from ways and ideas that have not been through the tattoo machine of popular culture. This, at least, helps me cope. I know there are virtues and things larger than the Vulgarian’s tattooed ass, although surely some of those tattooed asses out there are humungous indeed.