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CHOICES
"What's it going to be then, eh?"
A Clockwork Orange is a brilliantly woven literary tapestry culminating in the ultimate triumph of... evil. Evil may be sampled in many flavors, any and all of them splendid and vibrant, while good is hardly more than bovine complacency and degenerate perseverance. The English long ago discovered cultural suicide when their greatest criminal minds escaped to found America and their remaining superior mentalities were captured and exiled to Australia. A power-wielding upper class that husbands sterile privilege to its shrunken chest is immune to the efforts of a Churchill or a Thatcher, forever shaping a society incapable of flexing five fingers to forge a weapon and belligerently demand and seize the right to prosper.
What future will we shape? Will it be an effete future of sparkling clean corridors and pressed clothing like Star Trek? Will it be a foul canker sheltering feral and aggressive survivors, the essence of the cyberpunk movement? Will it be a future collapsed of its own weight, the world of Blade Runner or Make Room! Make Room!? The vote is in, cast over the past 30 years as intellectual superiority has been discouraged and then outlawed in America. We have chosen by legislation and social consensus to go to Hell. Folks are lining up to bid us adieu (and help us along with fat swift kicks to our asses).
Vigorous testing, rigorous curricula, advancement by demonstrable capability, these were American credentials. Candidates were qualified by leaving their homelands, by coming to America, by wresting a place to stand and rear family through stealth and guile, or violence, or creativity or anything else that worked. Losers were left behind to die, and good riddance. New York City produced a generation of immigrants' children who muscled their way into the cloistered academic and social sanctuaries of the elite ruling classes, fearfully looking over their shoulders at the abyss which hungrily awaited their failure. Our choice was to excel or be destroyed. We went to the moon.
Intelligence tests are outlawed as culturally discriminatory. Standardized evaluations of educational achievement are no longer viewed as pertinent indicators of ability. Well-fed buffoons mouth solipsistic social theories politically consonant with a community given free eats every second Tuesday. Diversity! Yet the introduction of the post-Vietnam War Asian immigrants into California who do not look like indigenous inhabitants, who do not use a Latinate language or even a Latinate alphabet, who are not adherents of European religions or philosophy, who suffer blatant and heinous rejection, had the expected coda: This impoverished, woeful, inferior group's children who constitute only a few percent of the general population make up about 40% of the college population of California despite official admissions rejection as a matter of policy. A choice has been made. About 90% of the population is about to be disenfranchised in the next generation. Will the ascendance of these vigorous new people save America? The answer is "no."
The installation of the Democrats' effort to purchase the lower classes' votes in perpetuity, the Great Society, has rendered 20% of the US population no longer needful of work. They demand and receive bread and circuses out of all proportion to their value and their numbers. Medicare has allowed any of the elderly to rack up medical bills, hundreds of thousands of dollars, without a care. The disconnection between the ability to pay and the cost of medical services has sent prices skyrocketing, unlimited by market forces. Social Security benefits are freely and abundantly available to virtually everyone other than those who contribute the money. Unsound private sector fiscal practices are government subsidized to the tune of one hundred sixty thousand million dollars. We have eaten our own eggs.
What choices have we made 40 years after Apollo 11 landed at Tranquility Base on the moon? We have a President who cannot hit back and a Congress oveflowing corrupt yahoos shouting at each other and scratching their armpits at public expense. We have major public movements debating whether the earth was created in six days, whether a fetus has legal rights, whether the protected existence of the Furbish lousewort outweighs the welfare of human beings. We have a frightfully expensive military establishment that is purely incapable of forcing a decision anywhere on the planet. We have 200,000 homosexuals in West Hollywood demanding infinite sums of money to coddle them as they await death from AIDS. We have politicians falling over themselves to give everybody everything, and more - except for those who work for a living. Somebody has to pay for it all.
Forty years after landing on the moon we are on our knees in the mud begging foreigners for fair treatment. They might just give it to us. Again. "What's it going to be then, eh?" Take your choice before somebody takes it from you for fair distribution.
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CHOICES
"What's it going to be then, eh?"
A Clockwork Orange is a brilliantly woven literary tapestry culminating in the ultimate triumph of... evil. Evil may be sampled in many flavors, any and all of them splendid and vibrant, while good is hardly more than bovine complacency and degenerate perseverance. The English long ago discovered cultural suicide when their greatest criminal minds escaped to found America and their remaining superior mentalities were captured and exiled to Australia. A power-wielding upper class that husbands sterile privilege to its shrunken chest is immune to the efforts of a Churchill or a Thatcher, forever shaping a society incapable of flexing five fingers to forge a weapon and belligerently demand and seize the right to prosper.
What future will we shape? Will it be an effete future of sparkling clean corridors and pressed clothing like Star Trek? Will it be a foul canker sheltering feral and aggressive survivors, the essence of the cyberpunk movement? Will it be a future collapsed of its own weight, the world of Blade Runner or Make Room! Make Room!? The vote is in, cast over the past 30 years as intellectual superiority has been discouraged and then outlawed in America. We have chosen by legislation and social consensus to go to Hell. Folks are lining up to bid us adieu (and help us along with fat swift kicks to our asses).
Vigorous testing, rigorous curricula, advancement by demonstrable capability, these were American credentials. Candidates were qualified by leaving their homelands, by coming to America, by wresting a place to stand and rear family through stealth and guile, or violence, or creativity or anything else that worked. Losers were left behind to die, and good riddance. New York City produced a generation of immigrants' children who muscled their way into the cloistered academic and social sanctuaries of the elite ruling classes, fearfully looking over their shoulders at the abyss which hungrily awaited their failure. Our choice was to excel or be destroyed. We went to the moon.
Intelligence tests are outlawed as culturally discriminatory. Standardized evaluations of educational achievement are no longer viewed as pertinent indicators of ability. Well-fed buffoons mouth solipsistic social theories politically consonant with a community given free eats every second Tuesday. Diversity! Yet the introduction of the post-Vietnam War Asian immigrants into California who do not look like indigenous inhabitants, who do not use a Latinate language or even a Latinate alphabet, who are not adherents of European religions or philosophy, who suffer blatant and heinous rejection, had the expected coda: This impoverished, woeful, inferior group's children who constitute only a few percent of the general population make up about 40% of the college population of California despite official admissions rejection as a matter of policy. A choice has been made. About 90% of the population is about to be disenfranchised in the next generation. Will the ascendance of these vigorous new people save America? The answer is "no."
The installation of the Democrats' effort to purchase the lower classes' votes in perpetuity, the Great Society, has rendered 20% of the US population no longer needful of work. They demand and receive bread and circuses out of all proportion to their value and their numbers. Medicare has allowed any of the elderly to rack up medical bills, hundreds of thousands of dollars, without a care. The disconnection between the ability to pay and the cost of medical services has sent prices skyrocketing, unlimited by market forces. Social Security benefits are freely and abundantly available to virtually everyone other than those who contribute the money. Unsound private sector fiscal practices are government subsidized to the tune of one hundred sixty thousand million dollars. We have eaten our own eggs.
What choices have we made 40 years after Apollo 11 landed at Tranquility Base on the moon? We have a President who cannot hit back and a Congress oveflowing corrupt yahoos shouting at each other and scratching their armpits at public expense. We have major public movements debating whether the earth was created in six days, whether a fetus has legal rights, whether the protected existence of the Furbish lousewort outweighs the welfare of human beings. We have a frightfully expensive military establishment that is purely incapable of forcing a decision anywhere on the planet. We have 200,000 homosexuals in West Hollywood demanding infinite sums of money to coddle them as they await death from AIDS. We have politicians falling over themselves to give everybody everything, and more - except for those who work for a living. Somebody has to pay for it all.
Forty years after landing on the moon we are on our knees in the mud begging foreigners for fair treatment. They might just give it to us. Again. "What's it going to be then, eh?" Take your choice before somebody takes it from you for fair distribution.
To return to Uncle Al Outrage Central, click here