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I pose one question to all conservatives:
 
"What would have been the appropriate response from conservatives if the Supreme Court voted the other way and stripped Americans of their gun rights last Thursday?"
 
I simply ask you to leave a comment with your thoughts on what good conservatives should have done if this came to pass.
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5 to 4 No More

Yesterday, the Supreme Court usurped the constitutional power of the states to set their own non-cruel or unusual punishments by a vote to 5-4.
 
Today the same court narrowly affirmed the right of Americans to own firearms by a vote of 5-4.
 
5-4, 4-5, 5-4....on and on and on the decisions are splitting right along idealogical lines.
 
Until today I wasn't going to vote in the upcoming elections because John McCain is in no way a conservative. John McCain infuriates me. However, I have no choice. I must vote for John MCain based on his pledge to appoint conservative justices (the only conservative pledge he's held all along). One more liberal on the court and our gun rights would be gone this morning. We came too close today. Much to close. Obama and the Pelosi will swing the court for decades. IT WILL BE OVER for conservatives when that happens.
 
Conservatives...close your eyes, swallow hard, pinch your nose and GO VOTE for McCain this November on this single issue.
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Power Baron of the Week

 

Kofi Annan is the this week's Power Baron (see my featured article The Coming Darkness, An Analysis of the Left). He said yesterday:

Former UN secretary general ... called for 'climate justice', saying that it was polluters who should pay for the effects of climate change, and not the poorest and most vulnerable.
He said funding should be made available to help disadvantaged communities adapt to the effects of global warming as he urged for the international community to focus on adaptation measures.
"We must have climate justice. As an international community, we must recognise that the polluter must pay and not the poor and vulnerable," said Annan at the first high-level meeting of his new humanitarian forum.
... Annan has called [global warming] "one of the most significant humanitarian challenges of our time".
Annan noted that communities needed to be "empowered" with the knowledge and tools to deal with the worst effects of climate change. "We cannot allow the extra cost of adapting to climate change to be siphoned off from the ongoing poverty challenge. We should act immediately to provide them with additional funding and appropriate technical assistance," he said.
Such assistance included providing technologies on weather warnings; supplying farmers with seeds and fertilizers that were adapted to the changing climate, and ensuring that families had insurance for their homes.

So we have all the symptoms of a left wing movement: A crisis, a victim, and a villain. Mr. Annan subtly calls for stripping the villain (the wealthy west) of resources and redistributing them to the victim class. If you want to truly understand how the Left operates in order to predict their every move read The Coming Darkness, An Analysis of the Left.

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Global Warming's High Priest and Power Baron

Dr. James Hansen, High Priest of the Cult of Global Warming, says time is running out. According to USA Today:

"We're toast if we don't get on a very different path," Hansen, director of the Goddard Institute of Space Sciences who is sometimes called the godfather of global warming science, told The Associated Press. "This is the last chance."

In my 4 June article, The Coming Darkness, I described a particular breed of left-wing thinker called "High Priest" this way:

High Priests come in many varieties. They produce the science or philosophy from which these movements are born and grow. They are the prophets, calling the faithful to action. Often they are scientist and intellectuals. Many earnestly seek the betterment of mankind, while others only seek advancement and produce results which further that aim, regardless of the truth.  
 
In this very USA Today article Hansen is described this way:
 
But Rep. Ed Markey, D-Mass., committee chairman, said, "Dr. Hansen was right. Twenty years later, we recognize him as a climate prophet."
 
Dr. James Hansen is the very definition of what I described as "High Priest." His benefactor, Al Gore, is what I call a "Power Baron:"
 
Power Barons use these movements as convenient tools to acquire, expand and defend political power. Seldom true believers, they usually come from the ranks of the Crusaders and are politicians, national and international high-level bureaucrats, dictators, and despots. They carry the torch for the High Priests, but only as a way to gain power. In their hearts they serve no ideology other than their own personal interest, even to the detriment of the society around them. They will ride the movement until it serves their ends. Then, like locusts, they’ll move on...Power Barons are their movements’ elite. They consider themselves anointed, privy to special knowledge making them uniquely suited to dictate to others. Often, they secretly disdain the true believers. This can be seen when the elites “exempt” themselves from the more rigorous tenets of their faith.
 
Pay close attention to the last sentence as you read the following: from 620 WTMJ News Radio:
 
In the year since Al Gore took steps to make his home more energy-efficient, the former Vice President’s home energy use surged more than 10%, according to the Tennessee Center for Policy Research. “A man’s commitment to his beliefs is best measured by what he does behind the closed doors of his own home,” said Drew Johnson, President of the Tennessee Center for Policy Research. “Al Gore is a hypocrite and a fraud when it comes to his commitment to the environment, judging by his home energy consumption.”
 
Read my featured article The Coming Darkness, An Analysis of the Left and in five minutes you'll have a firm grasp of how the Left operates.
 
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The View from the Post Office

Author’s Note: This was inspired by the Peggy Noonan’s article “The View from Gate 14” which appeared in the 25 April 2008 Wall Street Journal. In my opinion, there are only a few “must read” political writers - Peggy Noonan is one of them.  She has the most beautiful mind of any political writer today and is the voice of conservatism’s often overlooked humanity and spiritualism. In her words I hear the wisdom and wit of Ronald Reagan, and it makes me both happy and sad. She illuminates conservatism’s personal face. She says what we all think and feel every day. She understands something many of our pundits have forgotten, politics and conservatism begins with the individual. I wish more people would heed her quite, sensible voice.  

Peggy, this one is for you. I hope I got it right. 

Bull 67
 
(A True Story) 

My kid’s favorite toy, a Chinese-made electronic piano, broke shortly after Santa brought it. It’s one of those products where the instructions say (in French, English and Spanish, but not Chinese) DO NOT RETURN TO THE STORE. I guess only the Chinese get to return them directly to the stores. I was determined to get my child a new one, so my wife neatly packaged it up and down to the post office I went to mail it to the manufacturer (or, as I told my kid, the North Pole).

It was a beautiful Saturday morning. I wanted to send the package early so I could spend the day with my family. It was a simple proposition: send a 2 pound standard rate package from one end of America to the other. This act hasn’t changed since the advent of the internal combustion engine: stamp a box, process it, load it on a truck, and send it somewhere else. The US Post Office has had years to get it right.  

I walked in and was greeted by a line of over 40 people stretching back almost to the front door. I sighed; my Saturday was now in jeopardy. After standing unmoving for ten minutes I made a decision not to get frustrated. Instead, I observed and tried to learn something.

My first observation was only two of the six service desks were manned. At one station a postal employee was trying to help a family of what I can safely assume were illegal immigrants. The employee spoke a little Spanish and the Mexicans spoke no English. Mexican Dad, in his late 20s, wore a straw cowboy hat, black t-shirt, dark jeans, and very pointed cowboy boots. He was waiving a letter and desperately trying to explain something to the expressionless employee who reminded me of Droopy Dog.  Mexican Mom, a pretty little woman in her early 20s, had a baby on her hip and was in the advanced stages of pregnancy. Three children between the ages of about 2 to 9 hovered around her legs, distracting her in rapid fire Spanish. The line grew longer.

The other station was manned by another bored employee displaying the same sense of urgency. His routine was slow and methodical: receive a package, weigh the package, reach into a drawer to grab something, slap it on the package, ask the customer if they wanted insurance, slap something else on the package, have the customer fill something out, take the customer’s credit card, walk slowly to the next empty station to scan the credit card (his reader was broken and I couldn’t understand why he didn’t just move over to the one that worked), hand the card back, print a receipt, have the customer sign the receipt, and then walk into the back with the package. In no less than five minutes he returned, made a few stops to fiddle with this or fiddle with that, then he dryly said, “Next customer,” and motioned someone forward.  The line grew longer.

Occasionally, an elderly bald man emerged from the back carrying one small, tiny letter. Ignoring the growing line, he tenderly dropped it into a box only to once again disappear into the back. Judging by the loving time and attention he gave each and every one of those individual letters they must have been made of gold. Not once did he make eye contact with the crowd. The line grew longer.  

The post office was decorated with flashy posters advertising all sorts of services, from collector stamps to overnight international delivery. I looked for anything which said, “Fast, friendly service, guaranteed!” Any other business would simply open another checkout counter, but not the post office.  I did spot a sign saying they closed promptly at 2 p.m. on Saturdays. The only thing less efficient than government is unionized government. I laughed as the line grew longer.

Some of the people waiting looked annoyingly at me, wondering what the joke was all about. I smiled back and noticed something else.

There was the family of illegal aliens. Then, about 5 people behind me, was a woman in her 30s with a sweet little girl with blond curls (who oh so wanted to go play with the Mexican kids). Interspersed here and there were a few men like myself in their forties.  Everyone else was at least over sixty.  

Wow, I thought to myself, this place is microcosm of America.

At the first counter, Mexican Dad was pointing dramatically at the envelope, shaking it and wondering why the postal employee couldn’t help him. He was here, violating our laws, in the front of the line demanding government services in Spanish, services he had no legal right to use. A growing line of Americans waited behind him. By the way, I use the term ‘services’ loosely. 

Around me were expensive advertisements touting all the ‘services’ the US Post Office offered. For some reason, however, they didn’t perform one service very well – delivering the mail.  Civil servants civilly served as few as possible, as slowly as possible.  I thought about those two turtles in that TV commercial, the ones who like everything slow. They’d love this place. This government agency wouldn’t (or couldn’t) recognize what was going on around them and adjust accordingly. Why should they have to perform? They have the most secure jobs in America.

The illegal alien at the front of the line adamantly shook the letter and continued his Spanish rant. The postal employee shrugged and the line grew longer.

The old people were talking to each other with their eyes. A well-to-do lady, judging by her expensive silver and turquoise jewelry, shot nasty glances at the illegal family.  I can’t believe we’re waiting behind them. That made me angry. The illegals were here partly because many these people elected not to have kids back in their 1960s and 70s glory days. Back then, between birth control and abortions, America’s birth rate dipped below sustainment levels, not recovering till the 1980s. I guess they were too busy doing the Disco Duck to do the Procreate…uh, well, at least disco is dead. We reap what we sow.

The elderly fanned themselves with their outgoing mail, shifting from one foot to another like anxious children. They’re the first vanguard of the Baby Boomers, the largest and most powerful voting bloc in America. On this day they waited patiently for a government agency to service their needs. The post office just has to deliver mail. They expected the same government to efficiently provide their retirement, medical care, and protect them. Do they realistically expect a differently level of competency from the Social Security Administration or Border Patrol? They stood their like sheep, hanging on in quiet desperation.

The few people in their working years, caught between the old and the illegal, looked around impatiently, frustrated. I wondered if the lady with the little girl had any clue of the crushing taxes her and her child girl would soon be facing to support these elderly and the illegals.

Mexican Man and Postal Man had reached some mutual understanding. Money (American) was exchanged for the letter and the family vanished. The little blond girl looked disappointed. The other employee motioned and called, “Next customer” with the enthusiasm of the dead. The post office instantly doubled in efficiency and the line quit growing.

Was this package so important I was willing to sacrifice my Saturday afternoon? Maybe I would just go buy another cheap Chinese toy at Wal-Mart. That thought made me stop and think some more. There I was, in my most productive years, standing between hordes of retirees and cheap Mexican labor, holding my imported Chinese treasure. We reap what we sow.

The little blonde girl stared up at me and smiled sweetly. I thought about my own kids. How will she judge my generation when she’s my age and I’m one of these senior citizens?

“Next customer,” employee number two droned. The line inched forward. I was almost at the front.

This isn’t any way to build a nation, I thought.

With sudden determination I turned and walked away. The faceless horde behind me mercilessly filled the hole I left behind. The old lady in turquoise met my eyes, Don’t ask me to give you spot back, you lost your chance!

I drew a few quizzical looks as I waded against the tide toward the front door, Why are you leaving when you were so close to the front?

Screw the front.

My kid has enough Chinese crap. I dropped the neatly wrapped parcel in the trash. It was too big for the opening; even the garbage rejected it.

I felt better. I felt free. I felt like an American.

 
 
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Bull versus The Dewey Decimal Defender

Author's Note: The story below is true and happened to me. No kidding (and I don't kid about these things.) Enjoy.
 

A Lesson in the Absurdity of Government.

We were expecting a new baby shortly and my lovely bride’s nesting instincts kicked into high gear. Not only was she very pregnant, she was very high risk pregnant. Being the devoted husband that I am I did a great deal of the heavy lifting around the house, including all the cleaning. While she was duly appreciative, good housekeeping isn’t in my male DNA. She didn’t want to bring a new baby home to a dirty house. So when President Bush and our esteemed congress decided to refund a portion of my taxes, my sweet wife called a maid service and told me to take the kids and get lost for about four hours.

I had planned a day in the park, but Mother Nature had other ideas. Cold rain and sleet pelted the city all day. It was almost June and the temperature never climbed above 55 degrees. Global warming…right

A man can only handle McDonald’s Playplace for so long. After more than an hour of screams, sticky floors, and me rationalizing why I needed “just one more French fry” I could take no more. Then I had a great idea: I’d take the boys to the public library! Ahh, two hours of good books and peaceful quiet was just the ticket.

Two vanilla shakes and 20 minutes later I entered the neighborhood public library followed by two grade school boys with sticky hands and faces. I hadn’t been to a library in years and was looking forward to the experience. In spite of their vanilla shake-induced sugar high, my kids quickly found books and quietly settled in for a good read. Not possessing a library card I headed for the front desk.

The bespectacled gentleman behind the desk kindly directed me to a table covered with application forms.  It was fairly standard – name, address, phone number, e-mail. I quickly filled out the form and signed my John Hancock on the bottom, signifying my understanding the library police would find me if I was late returning a book.

I returned to the desk where the same gentlemen carefully inspected my form.

“Would you like internet access, sir?”

“Yes, certainly.”

“Then you’ll have to fill out the back, too.”

“Oh, okay.” I flipped the form over. With the exception of a question asking what password I wanted and what level of internet access I desired (i.e. ‘kid friendly,’ ‘not so kid friendly,’ ‘soft-core search engine fun’, or ‘you’re a disgusting pervert!’) the form was almost identical to the front.

I went back to the table and wrote in a password I could easily remember and checked my desired access level (no WAY my kids are going to use my library card!)  I returned to the gentlemen behind the counter, who put his book scanner down and inspected the back of the form.

“You need to write down your name, address, phone number and e-mail address.”

I was a little perturbed, but didn’t show it.

“All that information is on the front of the form. Do I have to fill out the name and address information again?”

“Yes, please.”

“Ah...okay.”

A few minutes later I was back with my library card form, both front and back completely filled out.

The diligent municipal civil servant carefully eyed both sides of the form for well over a minute, turning it over several times and strumming his fingers nervously.  I was getting nervous, too. Did he know about all my overdue books from 4th grade? Was my childhood mug shot from 1979 circulating on some Interpol library-criminal database? Was this some Seinfeld rerun nightmare?

“Sir, I need your full middle name on this line.”

“That’s my legal payroll signature block. Why do you need my full middle name?”

“I’m sorry sir, but that’s our policy. I need your full middle name.”

I sighed and added the rest of my middle name to the initial.

“On the back side, too, please.”

Keep your cool.

“Okay.”

Once again he studied the library card form. Chewing on the end of his pencil, he flipped the form back and forth.

“I need to see a picture ID.”

I pulled out my active duty US Military identification card and handed it to him. He didn’t give it a second glance and handed it back to me.

“Do you have a driver’s license?”

“Why yes, I do.”

A moment passed. He stared at me, waiting. I stared at him, perplexed.

“May I see it, please?”

“Why? Won’t my military ID do?”

“No.”

I knew where this was going. I’ve worked the government for almost 18 years and I knew the creature I was now facing, I knew him well. I’d seen many of his kind in my career, both in and out of uniform. I was in the power of a bureaucrat in the heart of his lair. In this case, his lair was the northeastern satellite branch of the greater metro area public library system. Here he was a god. I was doomed.

Resigned, I pulled out my driver’s license. Being in the military I had a different permanent home of record than my current duty assignment. Since I renew it in the mail my license has no picture.

He looked at me, looked my drivers license, back to me, then back to the license.

“This is out of state and doesn’t have a picture.”

“I’ve been stationed here for almost three years. I’m rather fond of my photo on my military I.D, would you like to see that one again?”

He handed my license back.

“Is this address correct?”

“The one on the front or the back of the form?”

Alarmed, he quickly turned the paper over, then shot me a nasty look - smartass. I smiled.

“Do you have something with your current address on it?”

“Yes, you’re holding it.” Suicidal, I taunted the beast.

“No, I mean something official.”

I fumbled through my wallet. Funny, but nowhere among the countless unpaid credit cards, membership cards, and receipts did I have anything with my current address on it.

“No, I guess not.”

“I’m sorry then, but I can’t issue you a library card.”

Here I stood, able to produce two legal forms of ID, one of which was the ID card of an active duty military officer in the armed forces of the United States, and I couldn’t get a public library card.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“I don’t kid about things like this.”

I suddenly imagined walking into the library office behind him, turning and looking at the wall and seeing pictures of this guy’s face covering the wall – one picture for every month. Each had the same caption:

Greater Metro Area Public Library System, Northeastern Satellite Branch Library.
 Employee of the Month

(No Kidding)

Yet there was a part of me that actually admired this guy. By goodness, he took his job seriously and wasn’t going to cut corners for anyone. Library fraud had no place to hide while he was on the beat.

“Let me try this again,” I said calmly, “What do I have to do today so I can get a library card and check out some books for my kids so they won’t go home heartbroken?”

I really think the guy wanted to help. It was either believe that or strangle him.

Looking out the window at the downpour he smiled and asked, “Did you drive here?”

After running through the parking lot in the pouring rain I returned with my car registration; definitive, legal, soggy proof I actually lived where I said I lived. With a self-satisfied smile the Dewy Decimal Defender presented me my library card like a war medal. I looked over my shoulder hoping someone was taking a photo for posterity.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?”

“Actually, yes there is,” I said, stuffing my new library card in my wallet next to my soaked automobile paperwork, “Get a job at voter registration.”

 
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Needlings, Wantlings and the Ponytail Guy

 

ShockI have three children. The newest one is a week old today. Somewhere in the wee hours of the morning I stumbled through the dark trying to find a burp cloth and the pacifier. In my sleep deprivation it occurred to me how compelling a baby’s cry is. It’s the cry’s needfulness which, on some genetic level, compels immediate parental attention. In the darkness, holding my baby, I realized she was just of set of needs, bundled into a perfectly cute little package.   

As of today I’m starting a campaign to strike the word ‘child’ from the dictionary. The word ‘child’ conjures Rockwellian images of sunshine, giggles, Christmas mornings, and bedtime prayers. Instead, I declare from here forward our species offspring will be called needlings. That’s what kids are, a collection of needs which adults must fulfill.  Oh sure, all those warm-fuzzy moments are great; like baseball in the park, dance recitals, and Goodnight Moon for the 20,000 time. Those moments, however, won’t happen if you don’t feed them, change their diapers, and pay the doctor bills. If we called them needlings more people would think twice about having them.  

Babies are basic needlings, their cries signal an unmet need: food, warmth, hygiene, pain, and love. As they grow older they slowly morph into creatures called wantlings. They enter this phase about the time they figure out what money is used for, but still think it springs endlessly from dad’s wallet. They don’t know the difference between needs and wants, so everything is a need. Teenagers are the ultimate wantlings. “Dad, I need a cell phone!” or “Mom, I need to go to the Hanna Montana concert! Pleeeaze! If I can’t go I wil just DIE!

One of two evolutionary steps change wantlings into adults. Optimally, they mature and follow their instincts to fly from the nest. They will take pride in providing for themselves, building independent lives, and build families of their own. Adulthood is the responsible application of freedom. If that instinct doesn’t kick in, then good parents dutifully kick them out and rent their room.

If an otherwise able bodied and sound-of-mind wantling fails to become a self-sustaining, adult then it becomes the dreaded whineling. Whinelings are entitlement’s children. Spoiled, they think they have a right to live off the hard work of others. Pandered, eventually they cannot, will not, take care of even their basic needs. Stuck in perpetual mental adolescence, they are eternal teenagers.

Armed with this new definition of childhood lets travel back in time to October 15th,1992 and revisit the presidential debate between President George Bush (the First), Governor Bill Clinton (the Only), and Ross Perot (the Alien). A middle aged man with a ponytail stands up and asks:

“How can we, as symbolically the children of the future president, expect the two of you - the three of you - to meet our needs?"

That man, the ‘Ponytail Guy,’ had it right; we’re a bunch of symbolic children. Somewhere, in the past 40 years, we quit being responsible citizens and became needlings. We’re a nation of whinlings, wards of a pandering government. 

“Take care of me,” the whineling says. “Pay my healthcare. Pay my retirement. Pay for me to have needlings I won’t take care of. I deserve it, I’m entitled. You have more than enough, so give some of it to me. I want mine. If you don’t, you’re a bad person. If you don’t, I’ll take it and you can’t do anything about it because my Uncle Sugar will make you. I’m going to live in your basement FOREVER and play video games ALL DAY LONG!”

If graying Ponytail Guy shows up at the Obama/McCain debates and ask the same question, maybe McCain will answer him like this:

“I would symbolically rent your room out to oil drillers, cancel your symbolic cell phone to pay down the symbolic national debt, and tell your symbolic *&! to get a job or join the Army.”

I would love to write more on this subject, but my little needling is crying again.

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Failure to Launch

If you’re in the military this may have happened to you. You’re in restaurant and in uniform. A stranger approaches, thanks you for your service, and pays your bill. Chances are this person was older, perhaps a veteran, a grandmother, or a parent. While their gesture was obviously one of gratitude for your service, it may have meant something more. Thanks for being a grown-up.
 
There are roughly 2.8 million Americans in the military. By contrast; 18.6 million young people between the ages of 18-34 still live with their parents. Think about it; there are seven times more young Americans freeloading off their parents than protecting this nation. Some call it “failure to launch.”
 
I call it sad.
 
These “transitional adults” measure adulthood by three pieces of paper: a marriage license, a college degree, and a mortgage.  Many Americans define it a little differently: responsibility, sacrifice, duty, honor, or at the very least personal independence. For them, these three pieces of paper are only part of their journey, not the destination.
 
Most military personnel know true growth can’t happen from the security of their childhood bedroom. They leave the nest for a better job, adventure, patriotism, or just boredom. There is no “failure to launch.” They boldly step out into the world, with all its wonders and horrors. By serving a cause greater than themselves they learn who they really are. The road to adulthood is the path to personal integrity and character.
 
A perfect example is Corporal Pat Tillman, the professional football player who enlisted after 9/11 and died in the line of duty. Former Cardinals head coach Dave McGinnis clearly defined Corporal Tillman as an adult when he said “He proudly walked away from a career in football to a greater calling.” 
 
I’m not saying joining the military is the only way to express responsible adulthood, but I strongly believe many young Americans are trapped in a state of perpetual adolescence. They’re encouraged by a popular culture which coddles and caters to them. Seldom does this culture mention, let alone celebrate the virtues of those who defend it.
 
And that’s the real issue.
 
People who refuse to grow up can’t acknowledge those who serve without facing their own arrested development.  This denial currently manifests itself among many young Americans as indifference and apathy. 
 
Within the 18-34 demographic two distinct camps have formed: “Generation 9/11,” the small minority of responsible adults and “Generation Whatever,” the majority of sheltered, self-centered adolescents. A chasm has formed between the two illustrated by a message written on the wall at a Marine base in Iraq.

America
is not at war. The Marine Corps is at war; America is at the mall. 
 
We must bridge this gap or our nation will not survive, but how to do this is still unclear. If 9/11 didn’t draw “Generation Whatever” from their parents’ basements what will? 
 
Older Americans know the value of duty and sacrifice. They understand a healthy Republic needs responsible adults. Next time one of them offers to buy your meal, maybe they’re really saying, “Thanks Goodness America still produces real adults like you.”
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The Coming Darkness, An Analysis of the Left


 Prologue: A New Leftist Movement is Born.

According to a recent US News and World Report article, “A study…that [found] breast cancer is nearly twice as common in brightly lit communities as in dark ones can only be added to a growing body of evidence that artificial light threatens not just stargazing but also public health, wildlife, and possibly even safety.”  This article came on the eve of the Earth Hour, where everyone could save the planet by turning off the lights for one hour.

A new environmental sub-movement is emerging; the Darkness Movement. It asserts the bright night lighting associated with civilization is detrimental to the environment, health, and promotes global warming.

Electric light, the miracle of Western Civilization illuminating the globe for the last 100 years is being attacked and demonized. One of this movement’s strongest ‘arguments’ is a composite satellite image of the nighttime earth as seen from space. The image shows vast swaths of the planet illuminated in brilliant artificial light. The photo is intended to be alarming. The growing Darkness Movement wants you to be shocked. Light is now bad.

Next we’ll hear we should make individual sacrifices lighting our homes and cities. Expect the media and Hollywood to carry the banner for the movement. University activist will protest. Politicians will hold hearings, and laws will be passed. Citizens will be taxed, fined, and maybe imprisoned for doing what used to be the normal activity of turning on the lights. The progressive elite will buy “lighting credits,” indulgences allowing them to keep their mansions burning bright. Our cities and homes, our lives, will dim.  Perhaps you think I’m exaggerating, but mark my words, this movement will piggy back on the climate change movement and will seek to alter our way of life forever.

This Darkness Movement and many others are really part of the same, much larger, movement, an emerging global cult-like belief system sweeping across the world. The Darkness Movement is only this cult’s latest manifestation. The cult’s sub-movements share similar traits, goals, and membership. This global cult is not a single movement, nor is it organized. It’s not a conspiracy and its adherents aren’t even aware they’re part of a global movement. Instead, it’s an underlying leftist philosophy shared by many different social and political movements. This philosophy is the toxic by-product of Western Civilization’s incredibly successful legacy.  

I. Leftist Membership Defined

The most common trait among all these leftist sub-movements is their followership, a hierarchal structure which changes little from one movement to the next. Recognizing this followership is the easiest way to identify one of the global cult’s sub-movements. Like Dante’s Hell, these movements have levels.

At the bottom are the hard core believers, the revolutionaries. They are the legacy of the 1960’s campus radical movement. These anarchists often populate universities and are the faithful shock-troops. Bored, self-centered, immature, and spoiled they are society’s bitter and disaffected. Their anger gives them purpose and makes them difficult to reason with. These movements exploit and focus that anger. Usually men, I label them the Angry Ones. The first to protest, their zeal and mindless devotion make them easy to mobilize and prone to radicalism. For this reason sometimes their role is denied by the organization’s higher levels. The 9/11 suicide terrorist were part of this level within Al Qaeda.  

The Angry Ones are supported by a larger group I used to call Feelers until I heard a radio talk show host call them Emos, or emotionals. I like Emos better so I’m borrowing the term. Emos abandon logical thought for pure emotionalism. Only simple sound bytes and slogans are needed to draw them to a cause. Whereas Angry Ones need an outlet for their anger, Emos use their movements as therapy and external validation to feel good about themselves. Many times they’re trying to assuage personal guilt. Many single women fall into this category. Wealthy people (like celebrities), guilty over their good fortune, often fall into this category as well. Emos are non-threatening, they don’t scare the masses. They are the public face of their movements and are tasked with fund raising, public appearances, and basic political activism. Emos are also easily mobilized since they usually have spare time (unemployed, government workers, well-to-do).   

The Angry Ones and Emos are their movements’ true believers, the common foot soldiers. They operate under the illusion they are expressing individualism. In reality, they surrender their identity to the movement and independent thought for dogma. The issues are conveniently framed for them by the next level of the hierarchy, Crusaders.  

oprah_winfrey.jpgCrusaders seek to fix the shortcomings in their own lives by meddling in the lives of others. They dwell in the media, entertainment industry, universities and mid-level bureaucracies. Many are true believers and rose from the ranks of the Angry Ones and Emos. Some, however, no longer truly believe in their movement, and only use it as a means to further their career. They frame the debate, carry it to the masses, and convert raw political power into policy and opinion. They’re the movement’s enforcers and political officers. They keep the faithful in line, demonize and marginalize anyone who opposes them, and work to alter the very social fabric to suit the ends of the movement. They are the conduits for the movement’s next level, High Priests

High Priests come in many varieties. They produce the science or philosophy from which these movements are born and grow. They are the prophets, calling the faithful to action. Often they are scientist and intellectuals. Many earnestly seek the betterment of mankind, while others only seek advancement and produce results which further that aim, regardless of the truth.  Ultimately, the fruits of their labor will be used and twisted to suit the needs of the movement, usually at its highest level, Power Barons

enviro gore.jpgPower Barons use these movements as convenient tools to acquire, expand and defend political power. Seldom true believers, they usually come from the ranks of the Crusaders and are politicians, national and international high-level bureaucrats, dictators, and despots. They carry the torch for the High Priests, but only as a way to gain power. In their hearts they serve no ideology other than their own personal interest, even to the detriment of the society around them. They will ride the movement until it serves their ends. Then, like locusts, they’ll move on.

Crusaders, High Priest and Power Barons are their movements’ elite. They consider themselves anointed, privy to special knowledge making them uniquely suited to dictate to others. Often, they secretly disdain the true believers. This can be seen when the elites “exempt” themselves from the more rigorous tenets of their faith.

From communism to animal rights these sub-movements follow a very similar membership pattern.  If their core membership follows a pattern, do their core beliefs?

II. Leftist Core Beliefs

All leftist movements are built on two elements. The first element is the crisis. The crisis is a victim class, a disaster (imminent or occurring), or both. The second element is the grievance. The grievance is always targeted at a villain, who by action or inaction is responsible for the crisis. The crisis is an excuse to file the grievance. The grievance serves two purposes. It’s is a lighting rod to manipulate the movement’s faithful - a conduit to channel hate, anger or guilt. It also serves to punish the villain. Built on fear and envy, these movements are never for something, but always against something.

The cause, whatever it may be, initially it may be touted in a positive way. For example, an environmental group may say, “We are for clean water.” This is usually how High Priests originally present their causes. Once the Crusaders and Power Barons get involved, the cause will change to something like this, “Dirty water hurts children.” Now a victim is created. Crusaders and Power Barons may take it a step further, “If we don’t clean the water now the children will die in ten years.” Not only have they created a victim class, but an imminent crisis as well. Finally, they roll out the villain, “The chemical industry is polluting the water and killing the children.” To stop the crisis and rectify the injustice against the victim the villain must be punished.

The grievance drives the next common behavior - these movements will always be socialist in nature, leftist to some degree. The villain is a source of wealth, power, or resources. The crisis can only be stopped by curtailing, confiscating, or redistributing these resources. This can be done only by wielding government power and why these movements attractive Power Barons. This power includes increased regulation, criminalization of previously normal behavior, increased taxes, wealth redistribution or reductions in quality of life. As government gains more power, the cause is elevated…and everything else must diminish.

These movements are always relativist in nature, believing nothing has inherent value over anything else - except the cause. The cause is their god. Like many religions, the individual must be diminished to elevate the movement’s god. They may preach individualism, but in actuality they enforce strict and unquestioning adherence to ideology and group-think. This role falls to the Crusaders.  Once a movement attains a certain level of power, the individual becomes the ultimate villain. When taken to an extreme, this is when enforcement becomes the privy of the shock-troops, the Angry Ones. Communism and fascism are two examples of this phenomenon.

Another reason they are relativists is because their causes never concern individual issues (like freedom or human dignity) but instead group identity issues or things. Individuals are only important in how they relate to the group or object in question. For example, the animal rights movement considers creatures a protected victim class. To elevate the victim they must lower humans. The slogan 'meat is murder' is an example of this. It doesn't matter if people have to eat, their needs are no greater than those of beasts.

Since free-thinking individuals ultimately challenge such movements’ ideologies, these movements often attempt to diminish intellectual thought. This is why I often refer to them as “cult-like.” Like a cult, they target the young who are easier to indoctrinate with slogans and ideology. The young can be easily swayed with emotion as opposed to logic. Always a fertile breeding ground for fads, Crusaders start in education and universities. In fact, this is how most Emos and Angry Ones are recruited. Infiltration into popular culture soon follows, where Crusaders embrace and legitimize the cause. Once the cause and movement are legitimized Power Barons manipulate it to their purposes. At this point the movement’s elites will marginalize any criticism, debate and opposition. Even if they silence critics within their own nation, opposition may exist beyond their borders. This is why these movements must always spread to survive.

For this reason, these leftist movements are always international in nature. Their crisis must be your crisis. They seek to spread their faith far and wide like a virus. If a movement cannot grow it will eventually be seen for what it is, diminish and die. For example, because communism was contained, it withered and died. Unfortunately, with today’s global telecommunication such movements cannot be contained.

Finally, because the cause is their ‘god’ these movements will always hostile to certain religions, specifically Christianity and Judaism. These movements define morality as devotion the cause and zeal against the villain. In fact, to them victim-hood and sainthood are one in the same. In contrast, Christianity and Judaism emphasize the individual, free will, absolutes, and morality-based law. Therefore, these movements view them as mortal enemies.

III. Leftist Lifecycle

As we’ve seen so far, these leftist movements share a predictable core following and common behavioral traits. They also follow a predictable pattern as they emerge, rise, and spread. Let’s use feminism as an example to illustrate this point.

Going back to the1800s, this relatively old movement originated with Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton, notable early feminist and the movement’s first High Priestesses. Women’s right to vote was their cause. This is an example of Phase One: Purity.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. AnthonyIn Phase One, a movement’s High Priests are alone in the cause, visionary prophets sounding an alarm in the wilderness. Their cause involves a victim (in this case, women) or crisis, but not always a villain. The message is usually positive; it is for something.  In the feminist case, it was equal rights. These “first wave” feminists attained victory with passage of the 19th Amendment.

The feminist movement simmered until after World War II, when it flared up again in what feminists call the “second wave.” Its new High Priestesses included the likes of Betty Freidan, Gloria Steinem, and Shulamith Firestone. The main difference between the first and second waves was the emphasis on male domination and oppression versus equality emphasized in the first wave. This is when the feminist movement entered Phase Two: Villainization. The movement was now against something, in this case men. In Phase Two, movements lose their purity and become aggressive. Feminist writings darkened during this time, treating all women as victims and all men as oppressors. Phases One and Two can be entered simultaneously, but once a movement identifies a villain the other phases often follow in quick succession.

By the 1970s feminism’s emerged as a powerful force on college campuses and the in media. Feminist ideals spread across the globe and seeped into popular culture. From “I am Woman” to “Maude” this era saw feminism go mainstream and enter Phase Three: Ascendancy, when a movement gains legitimate public recognition and spreads internationally. In this phase Crusaders emerge in the media and academia to carry the message and frame the debate. Their slogans become sacred dogma and accepted as undisputed truth.  This is another reason facts and logic will not sway members of these movements – they’re invested in groupthink and emotionalism. Not surprisingly, this is when the movement’s Emos emerge. As public awareness increases the movement’s villain is put on the defensive.

Where there are Emos, Angry Ones are soon to follow. They often appear as revolutionaries who sometimes (though not always) resort to violence. For the feminists the Angry Ones appeared in the late 1960s and early 1970s when terms like ‘sexual revolution” and “sex war” debuted. This is Phase Four: Radicalization. Not only do Angry Ones appear in this stage, but grievances often change and shift. For example, when women attained equal political rights the movement changed focus to cultural inequality. When cultural grievances no longer held appeal, the grievance changed to sexual oppression. For the Angry Ones the cause is only an excuse for revolution. If a villain is defeated on one front, they will produce another grievance to keep the revolution alive. It’s the struggle, not the cause, which holds the lure for the true believers and yet another reason logical debate fails to sway members of these movements. Once a movement is radicalized it is ripe for the next stage.

When a given movement attains radicalization, like the feminist movement leading up to the 1990s, Power Barons swoop in to use them during Phase Five: Politicalization. The feminist movement didn’t reach this stage during ratification of the 19th Amendment or during the heydays of the Equal Rights Amendment campaign.  No, these fights were still mostly about bettering the plight of women. The feminist movement entered Phase Five during the 1991 Clarence Thomas/Anita Hill senate hearings. During this time a new grievance, ‘sexual harassment,’ was invented to further the political power of those not necessarily connected with the feminist movement. Democratic Party Power Barons like Rep John Murtha (who called for cutting Navy funding 10,000 sailors in the wake of the scandal) found the feminist movement a convenient weapon against the first Bush Administration. This grievance was used during the Naval Tail Hook Scandal to similar ends – to strip power and prestige from the largely male military establishment. Of all the grievances touted by the feminist movement, sexual harassment was the first truly successful political weapon. In the wake of these scandals, the Democratic Party achieved new levels of political power. According to author Susan J. Douglas: “…Barbara Boxer, Diane Feinstein, Carol Moseley Braun and Patty Murray all won Senate seats; a year later, President Clinton appointed a record number of women to government positions, including Janet Reno as the first female attorney general.”  

Once a movement has crossed the Phase Five threshold, the final stage is close behind. For the feminists it happened when their leaders (the same ones who railed so strongly against Clarence Thomas) remained silent when President Clinton used his own power to seduce Monica Lewinsky. They also said nothing about the credible allegations of him sexually assaulting Anita Brodrick and Kathleen Willy. Phase Six is Corruption - when the power brokers have completely compromised a movement and power itself becomes the new cause.

From Purity to Corruption, these movements follow a predictable developmental path. When this developmental template is combined with the membership and behavior traits it yields a usable model for identifying which movements are part of this global cult-like belief system. 

IV. The Communist Connection

What was the first movement of this global ‘cult-like’ belief system? Not only does communism fit the template described so far, it built the template

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Communism’s High Priests were Karl Marx and Fredrick Engels, who invented the original victim and villain scenario: the victim proletariat versus the villain bourgeois. If one reads Manifesto of the Communist Party it becomes obvious communism isn’t really for anything as it was against anyone with wealth and power.

Since the communist movement identifies a villain from the onset, Phases One and Two occurred simultaneously. This was in the late 1800’s, prior to the Russian Revolution, when communism spread through Europe’s intellectual circles.

Communism quickly internationalized and entered Phase Three and Four. In Russia, the revolutionaries (Angry Ones) dominated the movement in their struggle against the Czar and became the archetypes for all revolutionaries to follow. From their ranks came the movement’s future Power Barons. Because the communist movement was purely political from the outset Phases Five and Six happened almost simultaneously. It’s important to note here that in EVERY case where communism achieved power a Power Baron rose immediately from the ranks of the Angry Ones, seized power and corrupted the movement. Stalin, Mao, Castro, Pol Pot, Kim Il-Jong…if there is no exception. The only difference between communism and socialism is the speed at which it reaches Phase Six: Communism = Corruption; Socialism = Slow corruption.

The Emos emerged in Western Europe and the United States in the midst of freedom and affluence. Emos were few and far between in Czarist Russia but abundant in places like London, Paris and New York. It is rumored Lenin called these western sympathizers “useful idiots.”  In the east Crusaders were called propaganda ministers and came from the ranks of the Angry Ones. In the west Crusaders were college professors, journalists, and intellectuals and came from the ranks of the Emos.

Behaviors of these cult-like movements also originated with communism. The communist grievance is as simple as it gets: the bourgeois are ‘haves’ and the proletariat ‘have nots.’  This argument has been at the heart of every leftist movement since then. Communists are also the ultimate relativist, believing nothing has inherent value over anything else - except the revolution. The dialectic has no other dimensions. Communism is internationalist because they cannot co-exist with other economic systems or forms of government and must spread to survive. Where communism spreads, free thought dies, often quickly and violently. Since they are relativists they cannot co-exists with religion faiths which teach absolutes. Therefore communism is openly hostile to religion, especially Christianity and Judaism.

Photograph:Osama bin Laden.An important note on the subject of religion: Someone once said Islam was not so much a religion as a political movement. If viewed through that lens, radical Islam (as practiced since the Iranian Revolution) falls neatly in this template. It’s gone though every phase, from Purity to Corruption. It has every class, from Emos to Power Barons. It’s international, socialist in nature (Iran), intolerant of free thought, and openly hostile to Christianity and Judaism. This explains why other cult sub-movements are silent or accommodating in the face of radical Islam’s onslaught.  On some level, conscious or unconscious, they recognize a kindred movement.  Even more ominous is the rise of Christian churches which follow this template, like the Trinity Church of Christ. Reverend Wright's political sermons put his church firmly in this template and paint him as a Crusader turned Power Baron.

What other modern movements share this template hammered out by the communists over the last century? I’ve already discussed feminism but there are many others. Find a victim or a crisis and you’ll probably find one of these movements in one of its six phases. Environmental movements are the most powerful at the moment, with the Global Warming movement at the forefront. Many civil rights movements follow this template: gay rights, animal rights, consumer rights, and immigrant rights. Peace and labor movements may also use this template.

V. The Cult of Nothing

The belief system shared by these movements is global, but unorganized. Perhaps the most dangerous thing for liberty and freedom would be someone, or some organization, drawing them together under one banner. Unfortunately, this has already happened.

The Democratic Party has been drawing these seemingly separate and unrelated movements into its fold since the late 1960s. Today, it is nothing more than a collection of these cult-like movements tied together under a central group of Power Barons - the Democratic National Committee (DNC) and leading democratic government officials.

So what makes this different than any other political machine? There is no central ideology at the heart of the Democratic Party; its ideology is power. The Democratic Party is a Power Syndicate.

The 2004 Democratic Party platform is a vague document revolving around current events with no central belief system. It discusses policies and programs, but nowhere does it define fundamental beliefs. It can be summed up as: “More of this, less of that, Bush is bad.” The party platform is really only for being against a common villain its sub-movements can agree on. This villain will always be the leading republican figure, whether that’s a sitting republican president, speaker of the house, or a special prosecutor. Because the common villain is key to the Power Syndicate’s core strategy bi-partisanship will always be one-way and short term.

The Client/Syndicate Power Exchange: The Machine.

Pundits often refer to the inner workings of the party as “the machine.” In reality, ‘the Machine’ isn’t how the party picks candidates or holds primaries. The true Machine is the relationship between the Democratic Party (the Power Syndicate) and its movements. The Machine is simple and direct. The party views each movement as a client, or a power bloc: an immediately accessible and reliable group of votes. The each client’s leading Power Barons pledge their power bloc’s fealty in exchange for personal power and privilege within the party itself and in government. Once in power, the party rewards clients with favorable legislation, access, privileges and taxpayer funds.  The real (and only) Democratic Party platform is feed the Machine, power for powers sake: Acquire Power, Expand Power, and Defend Power.

Acquire Power

The Syndicate acquires power by successfully employing the political version of two military strategies: Centralized Planning, Decentralized Execution; and Parallel Attack. Clausewitz said, “War is politics by other means.” However, the corollary is equally true, “Politics is war by other means.”

 

1. Centralized Planning/Decentralized Execution

 

The Power Syndicate provides resources to each independent client group and orchestrates over-arching strategic guidance. It rarely issues direct orders to individual clients; usually only in specific elections or to ensure movements aren’t at cross-purposes. Each movement in turn charts its own battle strategy against its own villain(s) and/or the unifying villain (conservatives). It is nourished by an endless supply of resources from the patron Power Syndicate.  

                        2. Parallel Attack

            Because each movement is seemingly independent they usually operate that way. Conservative institutions are simultaneously attacked from multiple directions by different, seemingly unrelated, clients. A perfect example of parallel attack is the current immigration battle. Conservatives won a victory with a bill to build a border fence only to see that victory quickly nullified by environmentalist in the courts. The more clients, the more axis of attacks the Power Syndicate can bring to bear simultaneously against its enemies. Conservatives can’t focus their forces against a dispersed enemy. This is the political equivalent to the Hydra. It is difficult to counter and conservatives have yet to adapt.  

Expand Power: Infiltrate