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Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Goin' Off the Rails ...

I've listened to preachers,
I've listened to fools
I've watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you live the role

Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train

           --Ozzy Osbourne, "Crazy Train"

Richard Fernandez observes that more and more high level democrats are beginning to realize that they have no input or control of the governance of this nation. He has no sympathy for them:
They’re a bunch of authentic geniuses on a runaway train wondering what went wrong. The blindspot that fooled them was basic. They took the terms of the train journey at face value. That made them highly vulnerable to the one man who boards the train for whom the agreement means nothing at all; the man who puts one last doll inside all the layers of Matryoshka dolls.
... And so the train thunders down the track. Conservatives by themselves can’t put the brakes on a runaway. To accomplish this they need a coalition with elements of the left; to make common cause among intelligent liberals. 
But it won’t happen yet — won’t happen for a long time — despite the evidence of their senses, because they have an almost religious attachment to the Cause. The Left is a religion. It looks away from the obvious sins of its leaders the way earlier generations of churchgoers sometimes averted their gaze from the misdeeds of their own. The Left will abandon the Left around the time the Wahabis abandon Wahabism. 
It is so central to them that life without it would be meaningless. Leaving the Left is like being a man without a country. ...  The reason people on the Left can’t rebel isn’t because they cannot bring themselves to doubt Obama. It’s because they can’t bring themselves to stop going to cocktail parties. 
That doesn’t mean the Left can’t change. It only signifies that the shift, when it comes, will be no ordinary change of mind. It will be more akin to a Pauline conversion than a matter of fact acknowledgment of a mistake. To non-ideologues being proved wrong is nothing important. You just admit to error and correct yourself. By contrast, because ideology defines the self-importance of ideologues, to confess you’ve been took is a humiliation beyond description. 
The only thing likely to precipitate such a change is either some blasphemy by Obama against their creed or an existential danger so great that even family friends will break ranks. Any oppression of the hated right or hostile creeds by the Lightworker won’t anger anyone on the left much.  Only when the precipice yawns before the train will people start to jump. 
In this, the highly placed but disgruntled liberals are like the Old Bolsheviks. These were people who fought alongside, befriended for decades, or who were sometimes related to the Joseph Stalin. The Old Bolsheviks were the first to see (because they were insiders) how ghastly it was turning out to be. Yet each believed that staying on the inside was best; and they were not worried because they believed their personal closeness (“fireside chats”) to Stalin would protect them. 
An unbelievable percentage of them finished up in the Gulag.  The safest place to be in relation to a runaway train is off it. Implausible as it may sound, if history is any guide, being a red-necked, church-going, NASCAR-watching, gun-toting, Bible-thumping person is safer in the long run than being a dear old friend of the driver of the runaway train.

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