“Gimme one of those blue bags.” The Enlightened make you pay a dime for grocery bags in San Francisco, where yesterday I did some shopping.
“We also have pink. You don’t want a pink?” She gestured to the larger stack.
“Pink is for girls and blue is for boys.” I wasn’t actually quiet when I said this most witty joke.
“Oh, that doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me.”
“Many men like pink in San Francisco.”
“I’m not one of those men.” Again, not sotto voce. A man walking by looked like he just saw a Donald Trump ad. He hurried past.
And then something surprising happened. The cashier leaned in and whispered. “There are a lot of crazy people in San Francisco.” She hesitated. “It’s not right.” I agreed and she smiled.
In War As I Knew It, George Patton tells of an incident where his men were digging foxholes on a beach next to stacks of live ammunition. He berated them for their stupidity. And then…
About that time…two Hurricane Bombers came over and strafed the beach, and all the soldiers jumped right back into the same holes they had dug. I continued to walk up and down and soon shamed them into getting up.
Dying in a self-dug hole cowering in fear is an apt metaphor for our times. Yet so could be bravery and making a stand in the face of danger.
In reviewing Mary Eberstadt’s new book It’s Dangerous to Believe: Religious Freedom and Its Enemies (hat tip to Nick Land) David P. Goldman disagrees with Eberstadt that our enemies are engaged in a witch hunt, and argues persuasively that Liberals have formed instead an Inquisition, thus far an effective one. But he can smell the fear in the victors. “The liberal establishment lives in terror that the people will rise in revolt.”
Liberal intellectual life is a scam, a goof, a fraud, a hoax. There are no reasonable liberals to whom Christians might appeal in the name of fairness and free speech. There are only terrified, beleaguered, fanatical, and embittered liberals, painfully aware of the spreading discontent among the untutored masses. If they were not sure of it before 2016, Donald Trump has made it clear to them.
Goldman has no patience for the permanent retreat—a rout?—of the Benedict Option. Neither do I. And neither should you, dear reader.
Your alternative is to counterattack.
Ridicule your enemies. Expose their intellectual and moral bankruptcy. Assert the superiority of your own intellectual tradition…Target individuals; liberals are brave in a mob but cowards in a corner. Make fun of the employment prospects of gender- and ethnic-studies students…Aim for the brightest and most ambitious students on campus: If you convince them that their professors have feet of clay, you will have won half the battle.
The truth Patton knew and Goldman knows, and one you, dear reader, should screw to the sticking place, a truth lost on all “cuckservatives” and appeasers, is that “If you plead for mercy from your oppressors, your best young people will fall away, demoralized. If you ask for sacrifice, they will rally to you.” Would you follow Paul “We’re Giving In Because We Don’t Want To Upset Them” Ryan into battle?
Our allies are everywhere. Even somebody who signals left, as did the cashier because she thought she had to, could be a secret sister. We are still the majority. Yet you’d never know it if you followed the majority of the media, academia, Washington, big business. Their propaganda assures all that the Debate Is Over. It’s a lie. Stand and fight.
When the Apaches and other plains Indian tribes took prisoners they would often inflict hideous tortures on their victims. The doomed men did not beg for mercy but would instead make light of their pain, inviting their torturers to do worse. These men knew they were going to die and they wanted to die like men and not mewling cowards. In this way they earned the respect of their enemies
Our prayer therefore on this Day of Independence is this: Lord, do not let me die like a coward.