I haven't been posting much, lately.
Well, attentive folks will notice that I actually did just recently post up over at The New Clarion.
But, even so, it is a fact that my volume of writing has declined somewhat. I've felt an explanation was due for some time, but didn't quite have the words to express it. As is usually the case, I was reading around, and a passage caught me and that which I needed unexpectedly clicked into place. In this case, the passage was from an eccentric coot:
No; I'm not alright.
I'm watching and listening. For a couple of days, now, I've heard nearly everybody sounding-off about bank nationalization...
I realize that I live in a country full of goddamned morons -- from the
average dope on the street to the highly-trained intellectuals making
all the worst noises -- and I don't have anything to say to their utter
madness.
Some days, it just goes like that. Disgust and despair rule. On the facts, it's the only rational play.
Fuck 'em all.
(bold mine)
Some days, indeed. There have been a lot of days like that of late, it seems.
I am sorry, dear readers, but I have my limits. I make it a point to unravel the events and ideas that I see around me, but there is always more than simply that alone. I strive to have in mind at least an approximate idea of the intended audience and the benefit I presume that they might derive from reading what I have to say. Both vary, from those who know that what they see around them is madness, but perhaps lack the words to identify it precisely, to men fully aware of the nature of the beast, but who would perhaps still like to hear that at least someone else sees it. There is a certain value in it for me, regardless of audience, in simply saying no. No! This is not right. This should not be!
It is in any case my endeavor that, if I am to point out what is obvious to my reader, I can at least go about it in an entertaining fashion. Like this. (simply brilliant, sir)
But recent events?
They are, for the most part, too wrong and too obviously wrong for me to see the point of comment. Where would be the art in my commentary? What needs explaining? Do I have to tell my reader what is wrong with multi-trillion dollar government "bailouts?" Or bank nationalizations? Or of the existence of a "car czar" in America? (or, even better, a committee) Or of the EPA getting ready to clamp their shackles down on us in the name of harmless gasses?
It is all socialism and/or fascism of the worst kind that has absolutely no place in America and it is coming on full-speed, unopposed in any mainstream outlet, and from all sides. There isn't anything for me to identify; the thing is too nakedly brazen. They don't even hide or confuse its nature anymore.
(My only hope is that they have miscalculated, and that this country isn't yet ready to be ruled in that manner. Perhaps they are too drunk on their recent victories and are now being imprudent in the haste and vigor with which they foist their agenda on the public.)
So, identification is out. Events are too plain in their dire nature, to suit my interest in that angle.
I could point, as I said, in outrage at what my reader already knows. But I struggle to find any unique or interesting ways in which to do so. Again, events are rather stark. I would be but a chronicler of grim milestones.
No, the details are already being covered, and covered well, in other places.
And, besides, at least far as current events are concerned, my outrage has taken a backseat lately. I find myself, more and more, pondering the implications of it all. Let us call it a morbid, and very much interested, curiosity. If a so obviously socialist force can bring sway over America of all places, then how much longer will the bulwarks hold? We all know where this thing is going, but how soon will it get there?
If this demise were a certainty, and a defined one at that, I think Outrage would once again take up the high seat. If I am to go, I will go down cursing the fools responsible, and all of their foolish rubbish as well.
But for now? For now, I sit, watch, and wonder.
-Inspector
