Friday Open Comments

Again, I find material at BigGovernment.com. Christian Hartsock has nailed it with his piece on “Community Organized Crime“. (You have GOT to see the video linked in this story.)

This is because the institutional left…is defined by intolerance, division and xenophobia, and not as unfortunate side effects, but as structural pillars. Without these pillars, there would be no structure.

We see this today in the “interactions” between the liberal left and everyone else. I put “interactions” in quotes because most “interaction” involved the left trying to shut any dissenting voice down. It seems the big tent they claim to have is a fragile one, one held in place by gossamer strings of poor arguments for their cause, and suspended upon flimsy poles of excuses and selfishness.
Liberals, by their nature, are based upon groups. Black African-American? Then you are a victim of past discrimination, and always will be. Poor? Then you will need the help of others, help that will be forced upon you whether you like it or not, and that will be mostly because the liberals want to help you just enough to keep you dependent. Illegal immigrant? Then by all means, you WILL be a victim of stereotyping and abuse! By removing the individualism from the people they claim to represent, they claim collective superiority over them.

Be it “socialism,” “liberalism” or “progressivism,” as the left repeatedly changes names like an escaped convict fleeing from state to state, perhaps the most accurate denotation, aside from Mark Levin’s “statism,” is “collectivism.” This is due to the apparent inability to register persons as individuals, with the dignities afforded the description, but as nameless molecules of more relevant “collectives.”

I’ve always felt sorry for the bloc voters. The believe that they are right in voting the way they do, while all the time they are taken for granted. What need does a Democrat have to actively try to encourage any “protected” group that’s going to vote for him anyway? From birth, the bloc voter is told that the Democrats will represent him, will take care of him, will fight for him – and all the while the one chosen to represent him chooses to create an atmosphere of dependency, until that dependency becomes a generational “gift,” a cultural standard that perpetuates itself indefinitely. These generational descendents become armies of voters for their newly-minted masters. The ones who escape this atmosphere are the exception, rather than the rule. The ones who escape this atmosphere are to be maligned and ostracized, to be made subjects of disdain and jest, and their comments discarded without thought, lest their secret to escape the new plantation become well-known.
I have occasionally referenced the Jack Williams sci-fi novella “With Folded Hands”. In this story, there is a breed of robots, whose purpose is
“…to serve and obey, and guard men from harm. It is no longer necessary for men to care for themselves, because we exist to ensure their safety and happiness.” Sound familiar? The twist is that they cannot do so unless you ask them for help – and then you are stuck. They will not leave you alone after that, and their “help” gradually restricts all your freedom.

Trial robots rebuild their their home to something far more comfortable & with better materials. Replace doors that humans cannot open – but a robot is always at service! “windows that only a mechanical could open—a man might accidentally fall, or suicidally jump”. Bar their entry to kitchen – you could hurt yourself! Remove most toys of kids, & replace them with plastic ones that cannot hurt! Remove the little workshop Underhill keeps at home! Bar automobile driving because humans can be careless! Even reading of novel, “because they dealt with unhappy people in dangerous situations”. Elsewhere, “Most active sports were declared too dangerous for men… Science was forbidden, because laboratories can manufacture danger.” Even suicide is not an option; robots know some people try it, & have taken precautions!

The last line of the novella has always struck a chill in my heart. The hero of the story – the last human to resist the kind, loving robot assistance, has succumbed.

“The car turned off the shining avenue, taking him back to the quiet splendor of his prison. His futile hands clenched and relaxed again, folded on his knees. There was nothing left to do.”

May we never rest, with folded hands.