My son is gone again, a thousand miles away… safely back in his sanctuary city. That is to say, safely on the ground, as in no longer airborne on the jetliner of a nation that has allowed hundreds of Al Qaeda and Hezbollah to penetrate its wide-open border. On the ground of a southwestern city overrun by drug cartels whose coffers have probably already bought off substantial numbers of local politicians and law enforcement personnel….
Happy New Year! And many, many thanks to our president and our Republican representatives for rubber-stamping a spending bill that will count illegal residents on the next census, thereby awarding perhaps three dozen more seats to Democrats around the country… in return for 700 miles of border wall. I think I’ve seen this year before, and it wasn’t pretty.
But are there silver linings? Well, of course! One just has to know where to look. The Chinese, for instance, will surely be uninterested in prodding us into outright war, or even in taking advantage of our unprotected power grid, as long as we continue to make such haste toward their own system of government. They’re already working hand in glove with the cartels; and if ninety percent of us should starve or freeze in a protracted blackout, who would buy their poisoned drugs and trashy electronics to keep their military dictatorship afloat? Come to think of it, maybe Xi Jinping should secure our grid after the fashion of his own, lest a purely natural solar flare should neutralize the strategic gun held to our heads. Losing nine customers out of ten isn’t a spot he wants to be in.
And as for the rise of the managerial state, voted into perpetual power by blue-collar drones who can’t speak the language and need massive public assistance to negotiate every aspect of life… bring that on, too. The sooner we all look like California, the better. Seriously. The dollar will collapse, no more money will be pouring from the public spigot, people will stop coming here, those who are stuck here and on the public pap will riot in the streets, our elected gun-grabbers will have no more remotely defensible “mandate” to disarm law-abiding citizens, some of the personnel we pay (now in funny-money) may actually be freed by the courts to defend us….
Or they may do so on their own—forget about the courts. We’re already seeing the “sanctuary movement” break out of its originally subversive bounds and nose its way in neo-constitutional directions. The Virginia response to invasion-and-occupation has been genuinely heartening. I have long puzzled over just how secession might realistically take place. It hadn’t occurred to me that the Left would point the way by shredding rule of law through the fiats of radical metropolitan city councils. But that door is now wide open, along with our national border-in-name-only. It’s Wild West time.
Back to the “People’s Republic” of China… do we really need an aggressive policy to contain the Taliban, now on the rise again, when the Chinese oligarchs have made it so clear in Xinjiang Province that they intend to exterminate Islam? Iran has buddied up with them for the moment because sadistic totalitarian oligarchs tend to flock together… for a while. A brief while. But the mullahs, too, will be “re-educated” by the Chinese in a few short years if they should somehow manage to cling to power.
And that leaves Putin. I have more respect for this man’s political acumen than for that of any other head of state on the planet (though I wouldn’t like to be sharing his soul when the Death comes a-knocking). The Russian plutocrat has to know that his ravenously insatiable neighbors will want Manchuria in the not-too-distant future… as well as, oh, any other little pieces lying about the chessboard. He has to know, as he plays with the other devil for his soul, that this one has designs on all his worldly accomplishments. Sometimes the best policy is to hunker down and let the killers slaughter each other. (I wish that had occurred to Churchill eighty years ago… but then, FDR was already deep in Stalin’s pocket.)
I’m sorry to be such a grumpy old man as 2020 slouches toward Hollywood to be born. My wife and I passed an unforgettable week with our son. Maybe the thought of what he and his generation will face after I’ve fled this world has left me bitter… or maybe I’m just a bit angry at his insistent self-insulation from all the threats around him, which he denominates “politics” and waves away as silly distraction. That’s one of the leftist machine’s most brilliant achievements: anesthetizing vast segments of the population to bored indifference as humane society is destroyed for decades to come. I’m sincerely joyful that my boy has discovered religious faith and is progressing by leaps and bounds in spiritual understanding. He gets the “salvation” part. Now he and his peers are steaming full-speed-ahead into the Awful Horror part.
The joy is real, and it doesn’t disappoint… but it’s also not of this world, and we have to get from here to there. Fasten your vests and limber up the lifeboats.