And just like a dying patient must deal with various emotional stages until passively accepting his fate, so too should conservatives be assessing the reality of the situation. Getting past denial & anger, like scheming relatives plotting over the victim's estate, the issue boils down to: how do intelligent investors profit from the inevitable?
History is not static - it's an ongoing, dynamic process driven by competition for scarce resources measured in territory, political power and economic (ie sexual) power. The US had a good run for certain classes of people, but it's coming to an end.
The real play is to trust one's intelligence - to read, analyze & understand the projections. We know what is going to happen to SS, Medicare, etc. We know the rule of law will break down and corruption will become a necessity to protect one's assets. We know crime will continue to increase in certain regions and that test scores will decline. We know that the coming socialistic majority will increase taxes & dramatically grow gov't in order to "combat" these social ills.
We know that either due to genetics or culture, lower IQs will produce less wealth per capita. We know that lower per capita GDP will have to be offset by greater volumes (ie population growth) in order to (in the short-term) maintain certain standards of living. We know the country will become way more crowded (anyone visit any of the Nat'l/State parks recently?)
We know all of these things. Those that prepare accordingly will be fine - there are millions of wealthy S.Americans who lead very nice lives. The danger is ignoring reality, to try and fight change, and in the process, exhaust oneself. At that point, you put not only yourself in danger, but your family as well. Eventually, your line will die out by proving itself incapable of adapting to the new environment.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Interesting response!
Have you ever visited Lawrence Auster’s website? You might find him and his frequent contributors interesting: