Going Galt, maybe

Glenn Reynolds publishes an email from one of his readers, and I use his quote in full:

READER ZACH WHITE EMAILS: “If Obama is reelected, good hardworking people should give up and go Galt. The tipping point is the 2012 election. Will the makers finally succumb to the takers? It’s pointless to think that if America reelects the most unqualified disastrous president in recent memory, we should stand our ground and continue fighting. it’s a signal that marxist free-lunchism and free birth control for everyone trump economic well-being and prosperity in the minds of the masses. Give up. Go Galt. Protect what few assets you have left, and start to hunker down for the coming storm. America is beyond screwed, well past the fiscal insanity of a number of EU countries. Think of it this way – we sit and watch California destroy itself and wonder who could be so foolish as to remain there and dedicate himself to indentured servitude in a state headed for disaster. Why don’t those fools just leave!! Same for Venezuela. as they descend into chaos and totalitarianism, do they reject Chavez more? The answer is plainly no. The spiral down the drain is irreversible and obvious. The more the government creates misery, the more they create programs to help people cope with the misery they’ve created, and we achieve a perpetual negative feedback loop. My advice is simple – if Obama is reelected, get a lawyer and a financial advisor, cash out as much of your assets as you can, and prepare yourself for a nosedive off a cliff. anything else would be imprudent and irresponsible to yourself and your dependents. Who wants to be a Dagny Taggart dedicating themselves to a life of indentured servitude trying to correct the wrongs of a heavy-handed government? i will not be volunteering. I didn’t give up on America, America gave up on me.”

I don’t know. I don’t know if the fight is worth it any more, either. It’s not in my nature to just throw up my hands and give up, but after the last ten years of my own life-experience – one of a steadily crumbling lifestyle, continued unemployment, and now a body blow that tells me that basically that, to the majority of Americans, I’m just ‘old and in the way’. Another part of me wants to sit back, wait, and enjoy a big ol’ bowl of schadenfreude.

I’m not like the fellow quoted above- I don’t have his options. That makes the immediate future just that more bleak.

I guess I’m feeling this now- all my life I’ve tried to play by the rules, but, though I realize a Capitalistic system makes no promises, I always felt that in the end I could make my own opportunities and make my own way. I could still hope, because after all, we’re that ‘shining city on the hill’, right? Well, last night was a brisk kick in the ‘nads. The system has broken. More takers than makers- and I’m a maker.

It’s just- right now- no one wants what I make. And I’ve got to eat. And I need a roof over my head. And for the first time in my life I see fading hopes that either will happen. No way out.

“Well, Doctor, what have we got—a Republic or a Monarchy?”

“A Republic, if you can keep it.”

Benjamin Franklin, 1787

I hear bagpipes playing.

Truly saddened

Well, one thing became abundantly clear last night- we have become a nation of takers and the adults are no longer in charge. I’m truly frightened for my country.

Enjoy your victory, kids. Let’s hope it wasn’t as Pyrrhic as I think it is.

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

I finally had to sit down and laugh at myself- I am currently the living embodiment of dither and can’t. accomplish. a. goddamn. thing., too distracted. How happy will I be when 7PM rolls around?

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Goodbye and all that

Na na na na, na na na na, hey-hey-hey, goodbye!*

By tomorrow night we’ll likely know the name of the next president. But we already know the loser in this election cycle: political reporters. They’ve disgraced themselves. Conservatives have long complained about liberal bias in the media, and with some justification. But it has finally reached the tipping point. Not in our lifetimes have so many in the press dropped the pretense of objectivity in order to help a political candidate. The media are rooting for Barack Obama. They’re not hiding it.

Yeah, the mask has slipped for good I think. No longer can the general public kid themselves that the Mainstream Media calculatedly reports the truth- in fact, the truth just ain’t in ’em. For once- maybe for just this one brief shining moment- I feel vindicated in what I’ve been telling anyone who would listen for the last 20-odd years – THEY LIE.

[contented sigh]

*apologies to Stevie Wonder, who can only draw 200 even when he performs w/the Preznit.

via The Daily Caller

Gonna be a busy weekend on the ‘net

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Kipling on Benghazi, 2012

via National Review

Mesopotamia

They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young,
The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave:
But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung,
Shall they come with years and honour to the grave?

They shall not return to us; the strong men coldly slain
In sight of help denied from day to day:
But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in their pain,
Are they too strong and wise to put away?

Our dead shall not return to us while Day and Night divide–
Never while the bars of sunset hold.
But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died,
Shall they thrust for high employments as of old?

Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour:
When the storm is ended shall we find
How softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power
By the favour and contrivance of their kind?

Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends,
Even while they make a show of fear,
Do they call upon their debtors, and take counsel with their friends,
To conform and re-establish each career?

Their lives cannot repay us–their death could not undo–
The shame that they have laid upon our race.
But the slothfulness that wasted and the arrogance that slew,
Shall we leave it unabated in its place?

Rudyard Kipling, 1917