by Brad Nelson 3/15/19
Some friends of mine recently moved from Libtardville to The Frontier. I won’t tell you which frontier or which people because I told them I would keep them anonymous (thus the mangling of pronouns as we go along).
This person had sent me a few updates on how they were getting settled in. They had moved to an old-style neighborhood reminiscent of Mayberry. And even if Andy Griffith was a big phony, a rural America that is good, safe, and decent is not. And that’s where they are. And they are loving it.
I didn’t plan on writing this into article form. But I had written this person an unsolicited short note on my thoughts on the subject that went thusly (and they then encouraged me to share it more widely):
It’s an American tradition to escape the over-crowded, corrupt cities and move West (or towards wherever the frontier is). I get a kick out of the euphemism of “white flight,” as if white people were so abhorrently put off by people with different shades of skin that they couldn’t stand being around them.
The truth is, hard-working and decent people have always tried to escape the masses. In the case of Washington, if we want to put a skin color to it, it’s stupid-white-liberals that many are trying to escape from.
For those who can change the world, I say more power to you. My official conservative recommendation to all decent, hard-working people is to insulate yourself from the craziness and find protection and camaraderie with those who are not part of the rabble. The rabble is so widespread now – and being indoctrinated daily in the usual institutions (education, media, entertainment) — that it’s silly to talk about any “tipping point” being near at hand. That tipping point has at least for 10 years been tipped thoroughly and irrevocably (short of a counter-revolution of some sort) toward liberalism.
Fallout of this fact is everywhere. Almost daily, around the office building here, I have to deal with remnants of the vagrants, bums, hobos and drifters. Do not call them “homeless” for they have a home — yours and mine. The streets are their sewers and they take whatever they like. To those who are truly without a roof to sleep under through no fault of their own, I say let us move Heaven and earth to help them. But this current phenomenon has little to do with economic catastrophe.
Yes, those small-town (and hopefully secure) polling places [that this person mentioned in a previous letter] are a reminder of a more innocent and good America. It’s painful to watch the legions of supposedly “nice” people without a thought-bubble in their head so easily apologize for and absorb the Bad being called the Good. It’s everywhere. And not a few of my friends say something like “There’s just nobody left sane to talk to anymore.”
I hope you both do find some wonderful Norman Rockwellesque sanity in your neck of the woods. I’m sure you will and have. And I would love to stop by one of these days. I’m not sure my current car is up for the drive but perhaps there are trains that connect near where you are. I’ve never taken a long train trip so that would be quite a treat.
This same person (who is a good writer) had lamented the fact that they could no longer cut as well with the pen as a surgeon does with a scalpel. This person mentioned that their ability to think critically had been degraded. My reply was:
You express something that I see as a widespread infection. I’ve cut back my online browsing time. I’ve deleted Facebook completely. My own site is dedicated to thinking “Outside the Daily Drama.” I have warned one and all about just how soul-sucking that Daily Drama can be.
We have so much we can enjoy, live for, and praise. Getting caught in the online cycle of never-ending grievance (even from the conservative side) leaves its mark. That’s the spiritual/psychological/moral orientation of those other guys. Make everything political. Everything is on ongoing argument or grievance. Nothing is ever good enough. That attitude shouldn’t define us but it’s easy to get caught up in that.
I must confess, being quite fallibly human, that just the general non sequitur insanity of the never-ending noise in our culture can leave one vulnerable. In effect, if you take a fine engine like your mind, and make it parse and deal with this never-ending stream of nonsense, I think it can wear out or temporarily damage the components. You’re describing the very same thing I’m quite aware of, not only in myself but others.
So….how does one care, remain involved, and not just surrender to this garbage while not being dirtied by it? I confess, I don’t know. But there’s is something I understand like I have never have before the admonition in Matthew to “shake the dust off our feet” and move on if the place you are in is not receptive to one’s message.
I was reading a little more of Michael Behe’s Darwin Devolves last night. He was writing about how materialist scientists had gone so far in their ideology as to deny that the mind exists (which is part of their agenda to remove purpose). Behe writes:
The precedence of thought is not due to human arrogance; rather, it’s because reasoning is a requirement for understanding.
Behe’s overall point is that irrationality has invaded large sectors of science. One could say the same about large sectors of society. One can agree or disagree about whether those playing dress-up, such as Bruce Jenner, should be accepted and respected. But it is entirely irrational to expect anyone to except him as an actual woman.
We can agree or disagree about whether a plague of illegal aliens ought to be allowed into the country just because they are daring enough to cross the border illegally. But it is entirely irrational to deny the state of affairs and simply refer to them as “undocumented immigrants.”
And on and on. You could certainly name several dozen other examples where we’re not just talking about a disagreement in policy. We’re talking about a wanton denial of rationality. And that is the maelstrom we have all had thrusted upon us.
We can’t all remove ourselves from the situation. For various reasons, some of us must stay behind in the corrupt cities. Some will do so and resist the corruption. Others (who we can call “identity conservatives”) will adapt and adopt and pretend otherwise. They will (ironically) rationalize why the irrational notions they adopt now make sense.
My best to my frontier friends. I and many others will miss them. But we most of all wish them well and hope this person from time to time will write some “Letters from the Frontier” that perhaps can be posted here in a blog. We all could use a little Mayberry from time to time.
Brad is editor and chief disorganizer of StubbornThings.
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