“Coach Jack, who do I have to kill to stop
this madness?”
I suppose the question wouldn’t have bothered me so much had it
been asked by someone my age. Coming from a teenager (one of several young
people to ask me that question of late), it caused me to think before spouting
off with my usual “Kill them all.” (I’m such an optimist, thinking someone
might actually be able to do that, kill them all.)
“Jack, it’s sad that you are such a
misanthrope. Humans are herding animals. Your rejection of the herd means you
will die in the coming stampede as the races of Man make war against each
other. Mark my words. Your friends, your own family, will turn against you if
you try to stand alone.” This from a white Nationalist I used to exchange
emails with. (I’ve given a lot of thought to his words and think he’s partly
right. Some people I know will move with the herd, but some will stand up,
choose to be men and women rather than sheep and cows. I’d sooner stand, and
die, with men and women than live as a bleater, or cud chewer.)
“Jack,
you do know the American Experiment is over, don’t you? It failed, just as was
its destiny. Humanity is not ready for self-rule. People are stupid cows. They
want to be in a herd, told what to do, how to live, what to think. How can you
not know this?” The European who asked me these questions has forgotten more
history than I’ve bothered to learn. I’ve tried to blow the comment off as
typical European arrogance, or socialist propaganda.
Looking to other Europeans I’ve met, all
having reached adulthood in communist countries; I realize they too think America is over, The
Experiment having predictably failed. Some of them merely shrug. They have
their big screen TVs and a car, neither luxury was affordable in the homeland.
“Sure America is dying, but it’s
still better than where we came from. We will be in our graves before the worst
of America’s collapse effects
us.”
Others shake their heads. “I’ll go home if it
(America) gets as bad as I
think it will. Yes, Europe is in worse shape, but we’ve lived through
two world wars and have never been as wealthy, before or after them, as you
Americans are now. Yes, I love the luxuries I have here, but living without
them? I’m better off going home where I have family.”
Then there are the people who nearly bring me
to tears. “Jack, come here to live. We know how to survive. Please bring your
family here and let us help you get through the bad times we see coming,
especially for America.”
“Jack, you do know the American Experiment is
over, don’t you?”
But- but-
An argument begins in my head. “Do you not
understand that the current government administration’s dismantling of your
country is not the problem, but merely the fruit of the problem? America, the very concept,
the essence of it, is a rotting corpse held together by the mycelium of a toxic
fungus. The leaders you see are simply the fruiting bodies, the mushrooms
visible on the surface. Pick them off if you like; the fungus lives on,
interwoven in the corpse.”
I guess I see the truth in all this. Somewhere,
in this madhouse I call home, used to be a book, a teacher’s guide, copyrighted
in the early part of the 20th century. The focus of the book was
social engineering, an end to The American Experiment. The utopians were
certain they could change this country, and the world, via education, or
indoctrination, depending on one’s viewpoint. Creating a herd of “planned
thinking” automatons was probably in the works before the 1910s, but I haven’t read
a book (written by any American with that bent) from earlier than 1914 or ’15.
With so many people telling me “America, as
you know it, is finished”, including our current President (a typical utopian; preaching
what we should be doing while he does the opposite), coupled with a hundred
years of social engineering; via our schools promoting the dismantling of The
American Experiment, I’ll admit it’s probably too late to turn things around.
(Those who saw the collapsing of Rome’s civilization failed
to wake its citizens in time to defeat entropy, which took hundreds of years.
Our collapse is happening at the speed of the Internet.)
But- but- what about other peoples, other
cultures trying to break free of the madness America is sinking into?
Ayaan Hirsi Ali, writes in her book “Infidel”,
that her father was infatuated with the American Experiment, enamored with our
Constitution and talked of creating a Somalia based on the ideals
of America! He infected his
daughter with his dreams of a Great Somali Experiment and betrayed her by
selling her into a traditional Islamic marriage according to the customs of his
tribe. Perhaps the European and American utopians are correct and no amount of
idealism can overrule what human nature has dictated? Perhaps humanity will
always rise above its base nature only to descend into totalitarian dictatorship?
What is utopia but a dictatorship?
So what do I tell the youths who ask, “Who do
I have to kill?”
Everyone or no one.
There is no sense in hurling yourself against
the wall of humanity as it stands today. Better to adopt a Roman Stoic mindset:
endure what you cannot change, but change what you can. At the very least, learn
to read and think. Hord “paper” books. (Digital books are too easy to
manipulate. Ask George Orwell.) Observe what has happened, learn from my
generation’s mistakes. Remember what is right and good, and prepare to survive.
Always remember that out of the fall of Rome, America was born, eventually.
Something greater than America will rise out of her
rotting corpse. You must be the seed waiting for that moment.
Even at the darkest moments of the Soviet empire,
people took their children into secret places and taught them the true history
of their people to counter the indoctrination of the communist lies (state
education).
The American Experiment went farther than any
of the European utopians thought it could. The next turn around the Wheel will
see an even greater experiment put into practice. Live to be the seeds of that
moment.
Or simply enjoy the ride to the bottom. That’s
what most people will be doing.
Baaaa...
Mooo…
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