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Posted on 09/08/2004 9:03:17 PM PDT by ckilmer
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
None So Blind There's a nightmare that recurs to some people where you fall into a dark pond where a ravenous beast is lurking; but friends are at hand. You call out for help and they turn, but with blank faces, and walk away. Roger Simon describes that feeling.
When I first "came out" on this blog as an apostate from the liberal church, I heard a number of old friends and acquaintances whispering, sometimes in front of me and sometimes behind my back, "Poor Roger, he's scared. He got mugged by 9/11." Well, no. I don't scare that easily. I have my share of problems, but unbridled fear isn't one of them. I was angry.
But now I am scared. 9/11 didn't scare me. The Atocha railroad station didn't scare me. The horrors of the Russian schoolhouse didn't even scare me. It was the reaction by many in Europe and in our media to what happened in that school that has me terrified. Sure the Russians have historically brutalized and mistreated the Chechens, but this barbarism was far beyond a reaction to that. It goes to the core of our common humanity. It was a gauntlet thrown down at Western civilization and yet some still choose to look the other way. But if the sight of children being stripped and shot in the back after having had their gymnasium pre-wired with explosives doesn't wake them up, I don't know what will.
The first task in a nightmare is to discover which parts are wholly imaginary and which have real counterparts. In this scenario Roger Simon is real but the "liberal church" from which he expects outrage has now become entirely fictive. Or rather it has faded into non-existence in a positive sense and come into its own in the negative. The only literary character that ever frightened me was Edward Rolles Weston in C.S. Lewis' science-fiction classic Perelandra. Nothing before or since has ever been so horrible as the description of the brilliant Weston being taken over by the evil whose existence he denied. In the story, Weston decides to corrupt an Edenic planet purely as demonstration of intellectual power; an ultimate exercise in vanity. But on the way Weston discovers he cannot hold evil at arm's length, that is become him. The protagonist of Perelandra, Professor Ransom, describes his confrontation with a Weston who has now turned into the Un-Man. Effects are magnified on that alien planet and evil has eaten him out.
'But this is very foolish,' said the Un-Man. 'Do you not know who I am?'
'I know what you are,' said Ransom. 'Which of them doesn't matter.'
'And you think, little one,' it answered, that you can fight with me? You think He will help you, perhaps? Many thought that. I've known Him longer than you, little one. They all think He's going to help them -- till they come to their senses screaming recantations too late in the middle of the fire, moldering in concentration camps, writhing under saws, jibbering in mad-houses, or nailed on to crosses. Could He help Himself?' -- and the creature suddenly threw back its head and cried in a voice so loud that it seemed the golden sky-roof must break, 'Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani.'
And the moment it had done so, Ransom felt certain that the sounds it had made were perfect Aramaic of the first century. The Un-Man was not quoting; it was remembering. These were the very words spoken from the Cross, treasured through all those years in the burning memory of the outcast creature which had heard them, and now brought forward in hideous parody; the horror made him momentarily sick.
The Left, having declared itself above the pettiness of all moral belief now finds its emptiness filled by the ugliest and darkest blood-cult on the planet. It was a proud Tower, but its windows are now dark and its rooms filled with old and withered things. Laugh at it. There is nothing left to fear.
posted by wretchard | Permalink: (Click to access comments)1:45 PM Zulu
Wow...
Wow!
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Man,that was good.
YIKES!
Goosebumps bump
Wretchard and Belmont Club are always a good read, that was exceptional.
Makes the hair at the back of your neck stand up.
Indeed!
Atos
Oi! That will leave a mark.
The left now finds itself twenty or more years behind the population curve. Short of being able to instantly clone millions of pre-indoctrinated twenty-year-olds, they have aborted their future. Unintended consequences in a big, big way.
So as their numbers dwindle, the few that remain will become more and more rabid. Prepare for it. And act accordingly when the time comes.
I hadn't thought about it that way but I bet your right.....it explains why they continue to try to indoctrinate our children in the schools and try to lure them away from us with all kinds of democrap B.S.
Good One
I don't know who has an appropriate ping list for this, but it's pretty darn worthwhile.
The comment here:
http://www.wretchard.com/blogs/the_belmont_club/archive/2005/04/06/1426.aspx#1447
in the thread on the original site, is pretty interesting as well, as it discusses, anecdotally, what happens when Muslims are exposed to the U.S. way of life.
Thanks for the ping. I try not to miss wretchard.
As far as the left being "beaten," have you looked at South and Central America lately? The funeral of Marxism may have been premature. Even the next president of Mexico may be a Marxist, the mayor of Mexico City.
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Everybody is starting to see it: the culture war is coming to a head. I doubt the election is the climax, but that will be a step along the way. The left is in panic; it knows it's losing but it doesn't understand why. It seemed to be winning for so long.