Skip to comments.Civilization and Its Enemies - The Next Stage of History
Posted on 10/28/2004 10:26:07 AM PDT by Noumenon
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Thanks again for the ping to this thread (where we are actually discussing the content of the other thread!), since it has engaged me in the type of thought provoking discussion that I was so fond of at FR in the past. Isee that you have further discussion downthread that I will get to tomorrow. We're settling in for a late dinner soon and some relaxation tonight!
Another “playing for all the marbles” bump. Wake up, folks - it’s now or seriously never.
I hope the book is going well, and all else is well considering the circumstances. Thanks for the ping!
All’s going as well as it can in these times. I’ve re-located my study in the house to a more quiet and open space. I can look out over the horse turnout, the barn, the front yard, and see who might be coming up the driveway.
Glad to hear that you’re making progress on your preparations. Somehow, I don’t think we’re going to be able to sit this one out.
Better preparations and security Bump! (I’ve been thinking about installing some cameras on the property but haven’t done any research on it yet, do you have any links to pointers?) TIA.
Suggest you take a look at the Ubiquiti Networks AirVision / AirCam combination. I’ve been working with these since they were released.
The AirVision controller software could use one more rev before it’s ready for prime time, IMHO, but you can’t beat the price: $106 per camera, including the controller software. www.ubnt.com
Night vision can easily be obtained. Detail later - I’m off to vote in the Idaho primaries. We have a real Constitutional sheriff in our area, thank heavens. The one lone Democrat won’t even admit he’s a Democrat. Heh.
Thanks much, I’ll check them out. Hoping that your Sheriff holds his office, a good Sheriff is indispensable in fighting tyranny!
The good news is - we have a strong Constitutional Sheriff.
The bad news is - those storm clouds aren’t on the horizon any more.
Your comment has been linked to a post at PJ Media today.
Your comment that “Survival of our heritage of freedom is facing long odds” is even more accurate post-election.
Real hope is that we know how the story ends.
The Lamb wins.
Oh Lordy, I see you’re from Idaho!
My family pioneered there in the late 19th century and founded Caxton Printers in Caldwell. Caxton was Ayn Rand’s first publisher.
They publish American History, western Americana, Natural History of the American West and Local History among other subjects. Good luck with your book!
Have we forgotten? A butchers bill is due, payable in blood.
A bump for this must-read article.
I’d seen this before, but never read it, ‘til now.
It brought to mind three things:
Someone on this forum, a resident of your state if I correctly recall who it was, grew up in north Texas, and as a young boy heard stories from the old men that when they were young they DID NOT leave town alone, lest they be captured/tortured/killed by yet-unpacified Comanches.
The Harf-wit at State who claimed ISIS was raping/murdering/destroying their way across the land because they “didn’t have jobs”.
And, of course, the Gods of the Copybook Headings.
So few know the significance of that line. But they’re all going to learn.
The Gods of the Copybook Headings
AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
We’re all going to learn about this one, too.
THE WRATH OF THE AWAKENED SAXON
by Rudyard Kipling
It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.
They were not easily moved,
They were icy — willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.
Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not suddenly bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.
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