I rarely have been motivated to participate in any kind of political party and/or become involved in a political movement. If I had to define my political belief it would be a Jeffersonian Republican, pre-presidency. However, I have been peering across the political and social landscape of our society, and I can say with definitive resolve that for the first time in my adult life I actually fear my government. There comes a time, I believe, in every citizen’s life, where you are compelled to act. This was especially true of our founders who believed it was an inherent right of man to rise against the tryanny of the few.
The culmination of the events which have led to this particular moment in history has its roots in Pre-WWII America during the Great Depression. As a result of the Great Depression a tetonic shift in the temper and tone of the American government took place. That tone took the argument that government, in and of itself, was the chief regulator and arbitor of financial affairs, i.e. that only government could lift us out from the economic doldrums in which we found ourselves. This argument was further advanced under LBJ and his ‘Great Society’ thus ensuring a welfare, or socialist, state. The great ruse of socialism is that it is not capitalism. In point of fact, it is an extreme form of capitalism, or economic slavery, where all capital is centered and disseminated from the state.
The perniciousness of true socialism is that it rests in the beauracracy. A beauracracy is comprised of people who we call friends and relatives, which makes it so much harder to fight.
To end this post I leave you with a quote from Malcom Muggeridge, “It has become abundantly clear in the second half of the 20th century that Western Man has decided to abolish himself. Having wearied of the struggle to be himself, he has created his own boredom out of his own affluence, his own impotence out of his own erotomania, his own vulnerability out of his own strength; himself blowing the trumpet that brings the walls of his own city tumbling down, and, in a process of auto-genocide, convincing himself that he is too numerous, and labouring accordingly with pill and scalpel and syringe to make himself fewer in order to be an easier prey for his enemies; until at last, having educated himself into imbecility, and polluted and drugged himself into stupefaction, he keels over, a weary, battered old brontosaurus, and becomes extinct. Many…have envisaged the future in such terms, and now what they prophesied is upon us.”
It truly is a brave new world.