A Blindly Partisan Statment
I hope I can be excused if I violate slightly my no-posting until Friday rule, but this is a needed follow up to yesterday’s post. This will be short. Well, it will be long, but it will be short for me, since my normal posts are Tolstoyan in length.
Those of you who regard me, John C. Wright, not-quite world-famous author, as merely a shrill echoing and partisan shill for the Republican Party, first let me say YOU’RE RIGHT!
Or, rather, let me say I WISH YOU WERE RIGHT!
I would be delighted to live in a country where one of the parties was somewhere, anywhere, near where I stood politically on any issue.
Digression: For those of you who are wondering what my political stance is on anything, I have developed this simple John C. Wright Position Generator: Enter your opinion in the field provided and click GENERATE. The text will appear stating that I am against it, no matter what it is.
Just kidding. Politically, I am a radical conservative. Naturally, this means I favor no institution aside from the Roman Catholic Church, which is the most conservative institution in human history (two thousand years and counting!) while being also the most radical, since it proposes utterly fundamental changes.
I regard the constitutional republic attempted in the United States to be a daring albeit dangerous experiment. I have yet to be convinced that such a complex Rube Goldberg as separation of powers, bicameral legislation, federalism, checks and balances, can stand. The early evidence seems to be that it cannot: but I am willing to hope for a recovery at any moment, a repeal of the horrific Sixteenth and Seventeenth Amendments, and a prosecution and capital punishment of all those who conspired to create the New Deal quasi-fascist regime under which we currently suffer. The New Deal was our version of the Athenian expedition to conquer Syracuse. (And yes, I blame Hoover as much as I blame FDR for the debacle. Where is a Calvin Coolidge when you need him?) End of digression.
In the meanwhile, despite my blind partisan partisany blindness, I have to chide my side and compliment the foe when justice demands. Let me mention two brief recent issues:
First case:
My side went mildly bonkers when the President wanted to give a telly speech to school children telling them to study hard, stay in school, and so on.
My dear fellow conservatives: get a grip. The President is supposed to give speeches to school children, salute the flag, kiss babies, given an attaboy to the military, and do all the other functions a civic-minded administrator is supposed to do to cheer on the country. It’s his job.
If you are worried about your children being hypno-brainwashed into the Leftoid philosophy by one short exposure to one politician giving a stemwinder, I humbly suggest you worry instead about the 24×7 wall-to-wall stereophonic exposure to the school establishment, the pornternet (thanks, Al Gore!), broadcast television, cable television, the movie industry, the comics and comic books who kill off Captain America (thanks, Dan Buckley!), who praise pinko Green wingnuttery (Thanks, Captain Planet!) and who put in pro-LBGT propaganda (thanks, Batwoman!), or, if your children are college age, I suggest you worry about the 24×7 wall-to-wall stereophonic exposure to all major newspapers, major news magazines, major news networks, Harvard and Yale and every college except perhaps for Hillsdale, and every single textbook printed since 1968, not to mention well over half the fiction books. But cease to fret about the ability of one televised stump speech to mesmerize the kiddies. Joss Whedon has more influence in his left pinky over the minds of your children than Barry Obama has in his whole crooked Chicago Machine. Kids don’t care about politicians, they care about sexy vampires slayers and cute lesbian witches and funny green demons with quippy one-liners.
Second, in my blind partisan partisany blindness, I fear that I regard our current President as an entirely media-created fiction. He is like the character IDORU from William Gibson. In my view, Barry Obama, the junior senator from the Chicago Machine, whose experience consists of voting present for 140 days as a backbencher and before that being a community agitator, merely plays Obama on television.
However, when he says something right, he is right!
On the Dave Letterman Show, the handsome black guy who plays Obama on TV said about Jimmy Carter’s recent remarks (where Mr. Carter dismissed all opposition to the sovietization of the medical industry as due to racism):
“I think it’s important to realize that I was actually black before the election… So the American people I think gave me this extraordinary honor and that tells you I think a lot about where the country’s at.”
In theory, as a blind partisan, I should side with my fellow Southerner Jimmy Carter against the damn Yankee Barry Obama, but this blind partisanship is a complex business, since I actually blame Mr. Carter for handing millions of innocent lives into Communist domination, not to mention that whole ‘ration-the-oil’ idea that turned out so badly.
In this case, where Mr. Carter is encouraging real racists, by convincing them that the majority sides with them, he deserves a gentle rebuff from Mr. Obama.
Well spoken, Mr. President, sir!
Every conservative must at least give Obama credit for this gift to us: we can now tell any European from any nation whose sovereign, or prime minister, or leading membership in their parliaments are not members of the racial minorities in their nations to shut the hell up about American racism and go bugger themselves.
When the English have a PM from Pakistan move into #10 Downing Street, then they can start mocking us again, but not before. The French are not allowed to mock us until they elect another Napoleon and conquer Germany, in order to wipe out the blot on their escutcheon left over from the Franco Prussian war. The Germans are not allowed to complain about American racism until after the Second Coming and the Conversion of the Jews. The Italians, of course, may complain about American racism, because their women are the most beautiful in the world, and therefore they get a pass. I would love to have, say Monica Bellucci or Sophia Loren when she was young complaining about America, with her bosom heaving in anger, her beautiful eyes flashing like dark fire, her face flushed with passion! Sorry, what were we talking about? The Spanish can complain about American Racism only after they raise an army to reconquer France, which will be a Muslim nation by 2012, and drive out the Moor. For Spain, El Cid, and Saint James Matamoros! Belgium, on the other hand, is not allowed to complain about racism, until they solve their Flemish-Walloon problem. Besides, I do not have any racial epithets at hand to call someone from Belgium, so it is not fair. The Swiss especially cannot complain about Americans being boorish, militaristic and insular, because, as an American, I know nothing about them foreigners, and I cannot tell the difference between them and Sweden, and cannot locate either country on a map, and it is no fair complaining about our militarism if we don’t know where to send our dive-bombers in retaliation. So to sum up, we conservatives owe Obama a debt of thanks since we can now use him as a cheap and unconvincing ad hominem tu quoque to change the subject whenever a European mocks American race relations.
Second case:
Obama also said (off the record) that rocker Kanye West was a jackass for interrupting inoffensive human kitten Taylor Swift’s award at the MTV’s Video Music Awards.
Once again, I say well spoken, Mr. President, sir!
(And Beyonce Knowles showed considerable class in trying to amend matters. I have admired her ever since I heard the lyric in the song Survivor where she says she will not compromise her Christianity. So you see how hep and with-it I am, children? I know how to misspell the names of those pop icons who sing that whatchacallit rocket role music.)
Mr. Obama may be the worst President since Woodrow Wilson, and he may well end up getting one or several of our cities nuked by terrorists, as he will surely get our ex-allies Poland and Czechoslovakia under the growing shadow of the Dark Land. But….
But let us give him credit for speaking truth to power, or, at least, speaking truth while in power.
Partisan? Yes, yes I am. But I would rather be a Ranseur, Spontoon, or a Glaive-Guisarme with Fluke.
About John C Wright
John C. Wright is a practicing philosopher, a retired attorney, newspaperman, and newspaper editor, and a published author of science fiction. Once a Houyhnhnm, he was expelled from the august ranks of purely rational beings when he fell in love; but retains an honorary title.
