Before I was in the 2nd grade, I would ride my bike across town with out any fear whatsoever. I had a sandbox under a willow tree where I conducted ‘huge’ battles with little army men. I would build fortresses, rivers and bridges then tear it all down and build it up again the next day.
My next door neighbor had mini-bikes and we rode them all the time. We would do the Tarzan yell to locate one another during the day. When my friend wasn’t around I found endless things to occupy myself outside. I never got bored. The only time we went inside was to watch cartoons which, came on at noon for 30 minutes. Mom stayed home to raise us kids – most Moms did – and she would typically have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with milk ready in time for cartoons. Then, it was back out the door.
I was sun-brown, short-haired, and barefooted most of the time. The first bicycle I got, my dad found at a junkyard and fixed it. I never wore a safety helmet. I was scuffing my toes and elbows from the numerous daring rides all the time.
I moved about 30 miles away in the summer of before the 3rd grade to a smaller town. For a little kid it was another galaxy. I missed my friend. When I got lonely in the new place, I would stand on the storm cellar and do the Tarzan yell and listen for my friend to respond. I didn’t see him again until after our voices had changed and a whole other life had begun for me.
Sometimes I drive down that old street. As I descend the little hill I remember I could really build up a lot speed on my bike in this place. It was a little town back in the day. Now it’s surrounded by the growing Dallas / Forth Worth metroplex. The street seemed so huge back then. Now it seems very small. That ‘giant’ back yard looks like a chicken run. So many big things happened in such a little place. I had good solid childhood. I had a stable dad who kept a job. My mom stayed home with me, my brother, and sister. We went to Church every Sunday …like it or not.
The most predictable people in the world are those desperate to be like no one else. They confuse separateness with originality. I was watching the hipsters gather at the coffee shop tonight. They were bringing their instruments and wearing vans, and t-shirts with ironic statements—I don’t think a one of them weighed over 180, thrift wear, tight pants, and tight jackets included sopping wet. One guy had a short hairstyle reminiscent of a sixties supermodel – you know… the silhouette of his head would look like a light bulb. Most of the hairstyles worn seemed to consider grooming too trendy.
I guess the whole idea of the hipster’s outfit and hair is to show solidarity with the homeless while paying $6.95 for a latte. It’s too mainstream to pay that much at Starbucks.
I’ve been haunting this downtown area for a while now. I’ve noticed a couple of retro looking SUV‘s. One has a Che Guevara bumper sticker; the other has a Darwin sticker—the one where the fish has legs. Wow, that is so avant-garde. Each of these hipster haulers has the assorted and very typical array of leftist bumper stickers—so original.
I pack up my laptop and I leave. As I walk out the door, I begin to connect the dots. There on the road are these two SUV’s with these skinny young men trying to haul pieces of their disassembled drum set into the coffee shop. I gazed at the stickers and gazed at the hipsters.
Dear John Lennon. That’s the title of a non-fiction book I want to write. I want to take each verse of his silly sentimental crap-song “IMAGINE” and make them into chapters where I systematically dismantle this liberal anthem and expose it for the absolute stupidity on a stick that it is. The meat of sacred cows is the tastiest. I think it would sell a few copies.
As a writer/storyteller, I laugh at the song’s childish, Marxist sentiments, but for a while in my life, as you perhaps did or do, I loved that song. I held up the cigarette lighter in the concert hall of my soul and swayed to the dreary melancholy self-righteousness of the song without questioning it. I wagged my finger, “maybe someday you’ll join us, and the world will be as one[–you narrow minded stick in the mud.]” I failed to think through what it was actually promoting.
In 2013, the belief in the sacredness of the 60s ideals (which is what the Democrat ideal is) and the Beatles and all that good bit of rot make me think of the people who said, “We don’t like that negro music or rock and roll in this here town.” (Who where Democrats then!) But, alas, liberal message/ideal has been slick-o-fied by contemporary media, art, and culture.
When I tell stories of characters in my book, if there is “nothing to kill or die for” the story is road kill …and I will add so is existence itself if there is nothing worth dying for.
Lennon sings about life on earth, not heaven, because he’s already said don’t imagine heaven or hell, He wags a finger in your face when he sings, “I wonder if you can”. He sings about the ongoing liberal fantasy of Utopia, the persistent naïve belief that man can perfect man. As conservatives, we know this is impossible and we plan for it. We do not believe in the devine right of kings or the secular humanism of a Nanny Statist.
It is these types of songs, books, movies, education, and new age religions that have crept into the vacuum left behind when liberty-loving people retreated from the artistic and educational worlds. You can “get out the vote” all you want. But, if you ignore culture you are drawing from a dying source you are not cultivating.
My dear conservatives! CREATE! Stop thinking you can only help the world with one more vote or one more piece of legislation. The people who can appreciate your dreams are thinning out, seduced by weeds of political correctness.
“The finding may force scientists to rethink current theories of the impact of global warming”.
One of their chief weapons is the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA), created by Nixon with an executive order. The EPA is an unelected body that is crushing businesses, thus contributing to unemployment, while claiming it’s “for the earth”. I don’t recall SUVs and smokestacks being around in the time of Caesar.
- Global warming is not just a scientific issue, but a class issue (junkscience.com)
- Global Warming Science Facts: Medieval Warming Exceeds Modern Warming, Per New Research Using 120 Proxies (junkscience.com)
- Global-warming policies and the threat to U.S. (wnd.com)
- Inhofe: Green extremists jeopardizing U.S. defense (wnd.com)
- “Reading is good” Nope …depends on what you’re reading.
- “Goals are good” Nope …depends on what your goals are
- “Education is good” Nope …depends on what you’re being taught.
- “Being yourself is good” Nope …depends on who you are
- “Voting is good” Nope …depends on who you’re voting for
- “Thinking is good” Nope …depends on what you’re thinking!
See a pattern here? We value action but not purpose.
“Just Do it” Really? Just do what? Pick my nose and flick the booger on your windshield?
I’m getting older, which means I need to get over vanity and the insanity of impulses. I need to move from the blind side of sought and the wrong side of is to ought. I’m on a journey out of the naivete of youth into the youth of my old age. But wonder resides and spills from the cloven seasons of my heart, even as I laugh, life moves in for the kill.
What was the future is beyond my furrowed brow, but somehow, brightness shines in the valleys between far away thrills, bridging the distance of that old resistance in an instance, to other hidden fields. The wonders of pain and stain, of sunshine and gain are all in the palm of my gazing mind, reshaping, improving thoughts that were blind or unkind. With a thought quick as a glance, smooth as a changing stance, leaping on the tip of icebergs galore, foundations of floating depth explored.
I’m not what I pretended, less than I intended and far less than I apprehended. There is grander I cannot grasp, a pleasant and powerful undercurrent to life parallels its misery, sensed only with my meager knack to detect wonder, I stand astride two destinies still, one good, one nil.
I believe Truth is more ancient than light and rolls out through the ephemeral world like waves with such force I crouch to the deck on my squeaky little life ship. There is more air than I can ever breathe more sun than I can ever soak up or see.
Think of no other riches than those of the heart. Life takes its toll but strive for no other greatness than that of soul.
Modern Liberals are content to bask in the afterglow of the Supreme Court decision on Obamacare, waiting for utopia to arrive; meanwhile government grows (16,000 new IRS agents) to a fleet of Titanic ships and the icebergs of reality lurk ahead. Their ships flags wave politically correct euphemisms celebrating their murder of the selfish goose that laid the golden egg: free enterprise. And we conservatives feel like exiles in our own country.
Reasons to read this book:
- If you can’t fit your philosophy on a bumper sticker, read this book.
- If you have been sitting on the political fence, then this book is for you.
- If you don’t know what the problems with government are, then read this book.
- If you want to know or be reminded of the unshakable ideas the Spirit of ’76 philosophy is founded on, then read this book.
- If you want fuel for those talks over lunch with the office friend, then read this book.
Enter Mark Levin’s Liberty and Tyranny. It’s a submarine delivering philosophical torpedoes with deadly accuracy exploding the “liberal” ship of myths filled with dreamy platitudes. The carnage was exhilarating. I was filled with anger and joy as I witnessed the war of ideas waged on the pages. This book is to “liberal” ideology what the iceberg was to the Titanic and it has sent “liberals” scurrying to abort inconvenient ideas birthed among the minds of America. Young people might read it!
This passage from the beginning of the book is a sample of its consistent potency.
“The Modern Liberal believes in the supremacy of the state, thereby rejecting the principles of the Declaration and the order of civil society, in whole or part. For the Modern Liberal, the individual’s imperfection and personal pursuits impede the objective of the utopian state. In this, Modern Liberalism promotes what French historian Alexis de Tocqueville described as a soft tyranny, which becomes increasingly more oppressive, potentially leading to a hard tyranny (some form of totalitarianism). As the word ‘liberal’ is, in its classical meaning, the opposite of authoritarian, it is more accurate, therefore, to characterize the Modern Liberal as a Statist.”
Liberals are not liberal; they are Statist. In modern times, if an American government wants to dominate its free people, then the people have to accept a subtle redefining of liberty. For a large portion of the nation, that redefining has occurred and been accepted. Liberty no longer means freedom from coercion but freedom from calamity and consequence. The reality of this so-called liberty has to be white washed to sustain the fantasy for the masses. Levin shows repeatedly through insightful illustrations that this fight is not so much about Republicans and Democrats, but about the individual verses the Statist Authoritarians. But, the Statist see their efforts as liberating and they see you and I as narrow minded buffoons trapped in tradition needing to evolve.
Levine offers this quote on the book jacket.
“We all declare for liberty; but in using the same word we do not all mean the same thing. With some, the word liberty may mean for each man to do as he pleases with himself, and the product of his labor; while with others, the same word may mean for some men to do as they please with other men, and the product of other men’s labor. Here are two, not only different, but incompatible things, called by the same name—liberty. And it follows that each of the things is, by the respective parties, called two different and incompatible names—liberty and tyranny.” Abraham Lincoln, 1864
What an irony that the freest, most successful nation, the most advanced, the nation whose ideas have changed the world for the better is now on the verge of surrendering its greatness, its future, and its unrealized potential and step backwards in the name of progress, to become slaves to the state in the name of liberty.
It has been hard work but the Statists are now very close to success. It was not easy. To get Americans to accept the all-powerful State, they have to be nice about it and make average folk feel like victims; that they are missing out, impeded by reality.
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busy bodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity many at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.” C. S Lewis quoted in Levin’s book on page 22-23.
That removes the sugar from the cyanide of State serfdom. They want us to believe all things dreamed by Statist are good for us.
One of the major players in this debacle continues to be our media, which for the most part is a propaganda wing for Statists dreams. They lampoon our beliefs, our people and books regularly. The strategy they are combating Levin with is treating him as if is persona non-grata. He has embarrassed them by selling over 700,000 copies of Liberty and Tyranny (with over a million in print and flying off the shelves–as of two years ago when I read and reviewed it.) The book was #1 on the New York Times bestseller list for 3 or 4 months. Yet, no ‘liberal’ show had him as a guest. He has been virtually ignored. Are there any students doing book reports on it?
Why did it do so well? To put it simply, it’s great. In 205 easy to read pages, Levin leaves the ideology of the Statist authoritarians a smoking ruin. He focuses like a laser beam on major issues facing our country and grounds his arguments in bedrock conservative truth, which is rooted in the wisdom and lessons learned from the ages. He offers insight from many of the great thinkers, Burke, de Tocqueville, Milton Friedman, Reagan, the founding fathers, and the great philosophers. To say this book is important to conservatives, and this nation, is an understatement.
Screen writers know they can’t chose the actor and then write the part for him. You have to write the script and have the actor try out. Well, the role is written in Liberty and Tyranny. If you want to win the role as a conservative leader for the nation, then the part has been written. READ THIS BOOK!
I originally wrote this review for a Conservative website when the book was published. I’ve made minor revisions.
“No one can express the exact measure of his needs, or conceptions, or sorrows. The human language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out a tune for a dancing bear, when we hope with our music to move the stars.”
To me those words by Flaubert come close to moving the stars. When I read those words years ago they gave me great pause, as if I had read something holy. I’ve never read something that so succinctly summed up my own hope and frustration when it comes to expressing my deepest thoughts. I pause acknowledging the near impossibility of “moving the stars.”
Do you think Jenny, in the movie Forrest Gump, wanted to play guitar and sing her songs while naked at a bar, in front of a bunch of horny men? This is not the dream she wanted. She was too ‘enlightened’ to see it at the time. She wanted to move a person’s soul. She accepted the prior mentioned situation out of the illusion of unworthiness – she didn’t think anyone would listen to her with her clothes on, that is, their perceptions of her. The meeting of two illusions.
One of the profound lessons from the movie Forrest Gump is, although Jenny had none of the challenges Forrest had, he excelled in life and she went nowhere in spite of her beauty, creativity and “free spirit.” Jenny never tapped into her potential. She tried to escape her early life by becoming an escaptist, but she fueled it with more illusions. She traveled to many places, just as Forrest did, but never went anywhere in her soul at least not until she realized she was going to die. Jenny was living her life from the false perception of her unworthiness – she thought the things cast upon her were indeed her and not what she had falsely imagined as her center of being. They were things that existed only in her mind. She allowed this to deflect and warp her sacred life journey.
Forrest had concrete disadvantages (IQ of 75 or 80 I think?) not misconceptions. Jenny was lost, Forrest was exploring – there is a difference. What if Jenny had lived like Forrest? Forrest indeed “moved the stars”. Jenny “beat out a tune for a dancing bear.” Jenny never overcame the expectant doom or fear in life. She was a slave to her false beliefs about her self. She misconceived her life and ran away to what she thought was freedom simultaneously imprisoning her soul to the dark corners of her mind. It’s a paradox, she demonstrated that she thought of herself as better than Forrest. She remained bound in misconceptions while she cried out “Run Forrest run!” and he turned the sorrow of weak legs shackled by braces, into joy.
Do you think Jenny thought she was above Forrest?
A follow-up post comes tomorrow.