Monday, February 10, 2014

Men Who Would Be King

I see, at long last, the end of this silly, irrational farce you have ignorantly called "democracy."  Many of you are beginning to understand and to embrace your vicious, violent nature, to throw up your hands and yield to your animal impulses, and with this delusion of virtue for the masses goes the delusion of self-rule by the masses.

Why, even those who claim to do your bidding, your servants in Congress (what an amusing word, by the bye; "congress" once referred to sex.  Did you expect less than to be "screwed over" by those in it?), have determined to yield up representative republicanism in favour of one king to rule you all by decree.

So let it be written, so let it be done.

Yes, it is true at last.  Your own Congress has determined to permit your Obama to bypass it, to usurp it in fact, and announces openly the intent to abet him in doing.  They will now draft for him those "executive orders" that he desires, and present them to him for his sacred signature--perhaps on bended knee.

O mighty god of hope and change, wilt thou condescend to abuse us?

It is inevitable.  You will have a king, for you are weak and ready to fall.  The question you must ask yourself, then, is whether you will accept this one:

Voraciously consuming your house and all its substance.

Perhaps you will be without a choice.  Half of your population, after all, gave their vote to him, even after all his crimes and malfeasance and nonfeasance.

Oh, of a certainty, many of you hold out hope that you will muster a small army to keep what is yours, when comes the day of open tyranny.  You put your faith in your neighbours--though only so far as to agree that you will slay all comers and not one another; you will give no other concessions in your self-will.  Indeed, some of you believe that you shall live in anarchic harmony with your non-community, for, after all, that is how human beings work, do they not?

And then there are those of you who believe that, when the time comes, your neighbours will happily fall in line behind you and form a new society--with you as the head, of course.  You, who cannot even rule your own wife and must woo or humiliate her hourly into a cheat of obedience, who must forever prove his fitness to her so that she does not seek another, and who must fill her with the "dread" of your dishonourable, inconstant heart...Oh, yes, you are a born leader, you are.

After all, you are a likable bloke.  Surely the other men will respect that.

Some of you claim that you only do this that you may reclaim that civilisation that has been lost in the rise of your current societal disaster--and yet, even as you long for the days of yore, you desire to abandon some of its traditions and principles (but only the ones you personally find inconvenient, of course).  You think you can rebuild or even build anew civilisation, but only if you cast aside "for a moment" those morals and beliefs that impede your glorious victory.  Or perhaps you believe that those past morals are "outdated" and are unnecessary to a great and powerful nation.

It is to laugh.

You mortals and your amusing, historically ignorant conceits...

You think you have the strength and force of personality to lead your neighbours in what forms of righteousness do not displease you to abide, and that you will have a free hand to indulge all your favourite vices when at last, the wicked "gubmint" is no longer hovering over you like the stench of your own flatulence?  And despite that it will in no way resemble your beloved Western Civilisation, you will enjoy the peace and comforts of your modern society?

As always, you see yourselves as through a glass eye, darkly.  You think yourselves strongest where you are, in fact, weakest.  You who comfort yourselves in your nearing reign, do you even understand obedience?  Principle?  Do you live by what you claim to believe?  You who call this Jesus Lord, do you do as he says?

Of course you do not.  Your eyes are set firmly on the Earth from which you will depart in but a few years.  You will no more teach your intended subjects obedience than you do your own family, for you understand it not yourself.  All you will have to hand is fear, a poor harness for the willful, rebellious creature known as Man.  Your life will resemble the savage of the savannah, the savage of the Great Plains, the savage of the inner city--for as goes the king, so goes the people.  He who rules as a brute will rule over brutes.

If you rule, it will be as brief as your life, and one of your "followers" will add to its brevity--as why should he not?  You would do the same; you have already done the same in deposing your alleged Master; he will tell himself as much, and name it a service to the "posse" that he disposed of you who showed weakness, who was less than Alpha.  (For know you not that the alpha wolf is deposed when he becomes weak?  Live as a wolf, die as a dog.)

If you dwell in comfortable anarchy, you will be driven under by the wave of a stronger army, and drown, for they will have what you and your neighbours lack: a common culture, a common purpose. "To live in peace" is not purpose enough; have you learnt nothing from your own history?  Men will more happily unite to take from others than to keep what is their own.  Is not this, in fact, the way of your current society?

Why do you, who have no principles worth practising, expect others to hold to them?  Why do you think others, living in the same sink of depravity as you, will choose righteousness over expediency and acquit themselves with honour to you-ward, to do as you say and not as you do?  Think you they will obey your God any more than do you, who think he will turn a blind eye to your willful, self-centred disobedience?  Do you think their boot-licking obsequies anything more than a means to curry your favour and encourage you to lower your guard to their waiting daggers?

Your self-indulgence and arrogance may grant you the reward of power for a time, but according to your own faith, you will have no rewards awaiting you after you die--and die you will.  Enjoy your moment of glory, for it will be at best but a moment's, and disappear as a candle's flame in the coming wildfire.

And I am the wildfire.  I would be remiss if I did not remind you of it.


  1. Given the thoroughness of this post, I'm surprised you didn't mock them for failing to build on a firm foundation, despite their Savior telling them to do so.