May 8, 2008 - May 1, 2008
Sunday, April 08, 2007
They're a comin'
. InstaPunk has been the
finger in the dike. Older than the supposed elders, fiercer than the
supposed warriors, clearer than the supposed seers. But his time has
passed. He departs. We will let him speak from time to tiime, but his
time has passed. We are the voice of the echoing scream. We are the
heir of murdered man.
The heir is LocoPunk. And his three. Who are purely mean in an age of
mean. Now come the four.
Friday, April 06, 2007
stunning theory and as brilliantly logical as Rosie O'Donnell.
I'm dubious, though. I don't see how Bush could possibly have
Thursday, April 05, 2007
THE PECULIAR BRIT METHOD OF COUNTING
. I began writing this entry a
couple weeks ago, before the disgraceful appeasement dance Tony Blair
performed with the criminal government of Iran. Here's the original
Time somebody said it. The
Brits are no longer our allies, but a positive danger. They are
nobody's allies. They are a nation of degenerated caricatures who can't
be trusted to do anything but strike poses. We're speaking principally
about the English, but the Scots and Welsh are also implicated, as are
the Irish. The evidence is so overwhelming, so diverse of origin, so
transparently final that it's hard to know where to begin. But begin we
For a nation that once prided itself on hardship, the Brits have
recently acquired an extraordinary ability to pride themselves on a
superiority born of brutal empire while simultaneously congratulating
themselves for scorning those who inherited the responsibilities
created by their own arrogant administration of world affairs. The
British slaughtered everyone who opposed them without compunction. Now
they stand on the shoulders of the slaughterers and decry from that
height the moral feebleness of those who still perceive life-and-death
issues in the pursuit of justice. The British amputated Christianity
from the succession of Peter in the name of nationalistic autonomy, and
now they express universal respect for the trans-national rights of a
religion one of their greatest kings crusaded against to prevent the
strangulation of their native culture. The British sacrificed millions
of their youth to save the isles from the tyranny of Napoleon, the
Kaiser and Hitler, but now they sneer at those who believe the
preservation of western civilization might be worth the loss of a few
thousand lives. Once upon a time the the Brits were the Romans of the
modern world, ruled by a patrician class which would bear any burden to
extend British hegemony around the globe.
Now they blithely take credit for Churchill, Nelson, Shakespeare,
Newton, and Elizabeth I at a time when two-thirds of their children
don't know who any of these
people are, and all that remains of their domain is a fading tone of
increasingly fraudulent authority.
Now we have this iconic image of the U.K.:
Brit sailors and marines standing
tall after disgracing their uniforms in Iran.
It didn't take months or weeks for these members of the Brit military
to yield to the demands of their captors and confess to crimes they
didn't commit. It took hours
And now, back home, they are laughing and smiling and accepting a
hero's welcome as if their own physical safety really were the only
matter of importance in the events of the past two weeks.
For the Brit populace, that's probably a true statement. In all
likelihood, Tony Blair will be able to limp through the remaining
months of his term in office without serious rebuke for his handling of
the affair, and the freed prisoners will not be brought up on charges
or disciplined in any way. Meanwhile, the Brit press and public will
continue without even the slightest pause in their irrational
anti-American screeds, jeering at Bush as their braver ancestors once
jeered at Chamberlain.
What's important for Americans to understand about all this? Merely
this. It won't do in this instance to attempt the usual American
sleight of hand by which we separate truculent or inimical governments
from the populations they lead. We tend, for example, to tell ourselves
that the Iranian people are not as fanatical, hateful, or deranged as
the theocracy that oppresses them. In the same way, we are naturally
tempted to believe that underneath the venom of the BBC and the craven
policies of the U.K.'s Oxbridge parliamentarians, there is still the
sturdy British ally with whom we fought and won two world wars. It's
The Britain of today is late in the process of dissolving into the
diseased post-modern nihilism that unifies Europe more profoundly than
the tons of paperwork called the E.U. Much more than we, the U.K.
has become a wholly secular state. The Church of England is an empty
shell. The great cathedrals and lovely country churches are empty of
parishioners, and the Anglican clergy is empty of both theology and
faith. The universities of Oxford and Cambridge churn out supercilious
socialists who, like our own most extreme leftists, hate everything
western and yearn for the self-destructive ideal of seeing their own
heritage overrun by anti-capitalist totalitarians. Once estimable
writers and scholars (e.g., John Le Carre and Richard Dawkins) have
degenerated into shrieking maniacs who spew their infantile hatreds in
letters to the Sunday Times. Brit movies, television, and popular music
are even more imbued with anti-rational political posturings than our
own, without the countervailing tension of a vociferous conservative
opposition. While the old Tory party is so supine and pitiful that its
platform can only be described as Labor-Lite, the Brit masses have been
proselytized to sneer at America for its religion, its death penalty,
its default role as world policeman, and its bourgeois vulgarity --
even as they mimic that vulgarity in every particular, elevating to the
status of religious ideals the gay lifestyle, interracial marriages,
hip hop dancing and fashion, Global Warming hysteria, deferral to
(exclusively) Islamic religious sensibilities, and the false comfort of
constant camera surveillance in all public places and roadways.
If they are our cousins, they are no longer truly family. They have
become the embittered poor relations who not only turn their back on
the old ties, but actively seek opportunities to join with our enemies
for the purpose of doing us harm. The malice may not yet be malevolent
enough to conspire in our death, but it is sinister enough that we
cannot trust them in a pinch.
You're free to believe any of this or not. I don't care. The evidence
is available all around you. Read the online Brit newspapers and op-ed
columns. Apart from the expatriates who have plighted their troth to
America -- Mark Steyn, Christopher Hitchens, Tony Blankley -- you won't
find much that isn't openly hostile and condescending to America. Watch
BBC America and see the extent to which politics have crept into the
most recently produced TV dramas. Keep an eye out for polls and surveys
that monitor the state of Brit education and popular Brit views on the
U.S. Look for Brit commenters in blogs -- easily recognized by their
patronizing tone and their substitution of the letter 's' for 'z'
in words like recognise and patronise -- and note how unanimously they
line up with the loonies of the American hard left. They don't write
very well anymore. Their overlong sentences no longer cohere
grammatically, but they do retain the last surviving vestige of the old
empire, the automatic assumption that the Brit commenter is just plain
superior to all the Americans in the vicinity.
Why? It probably has to do with the intangibles -- opaque to most
Americans -- that made the collaborators pictured above into national
heroes. I'm sure they'll try to explain it to us. In due time.
But frankly, my dears, I don't give a damn.
hints at the possibility that some Brits may be experiencing a brief
bout of humiliation. Don't worry. They'll rise above it when they
remember it's all our fault.