Neanderpundit

We left, as a nation, the lands of kings and despotic rulers, and we established the rule of law, so that we could avoid the rule of kings.

Trouble is, as our elected officials got used to the cushy positions they occupied, the power it gave them, and the perks they garnered, something new and ugly reared it’s head: Ameristocracy.

A lot on the left would like you to believe this means “TWO GENERATIONS OF BUSHES LIVING IN THE WHITE HOUSE!!!!111ONE!!” but what it reeally means is american aristocrats, creating a protected class for and of themselves. Note the recent bill that would make having a firearm within 1000 feet of an elected official illegal. The omnibus crime bill Clinton signed into law that makes it a federal offense to kill a specific and enumerated group of officials and burocrats, as if the regular laws against murder were not sufficient. (Thanks, pascal)

The “protected class” is our greatest domestic enemy. Those who style themselves as better than the rest of us. This is not a call to the class warfare that they promote, rich against poor so we can go from an unequal division of wealth to an equal (except for them) distribution of poverty, but a call to a different kind of class warfare, and the only weapon we need is the harsh and naked light of day.

I am TJIC is one of those movements, aimed at exposing the belief that those in power are more valuable than the rest of us. Keep it up. It may endanger your livelihood or your life. All that means, all that the War on Travis Corcoran means, is that we are finally hitting them where it hurts. Hit more. Hit hard. Hit often. Shine the ten million candlepower light of truth directly into the eyes of those who believe their lives and wants and desires are more important than ours, and make the Nation see who is really on their side.

but when he does, it’s a gem.

Go. Read. I lol’ed.

When I wish for the whole shooting match to just blow up and leave the planet to the dogs and cockroaches. How could they fuck it up more? they could not.

One has but to read the news to stand beside me in wishing for the demise of the species. There are certainly moments when we deserve it, and as often as not, we deserve worse.

Like being a kid. I often ended my day with a good solid stropping, having succumbed to the temptation of one mischief or another, and it was an odds on favorite that I got beaten less often than I deserved, and probably much less often.

So like the Flood, I look around me and think, why does God not send a pestilence to wipe us from the planet? a scourge we certainly have done plenty to deserve, from the way we have used and abused His creation, to the way we use and abuse one another, to the way we have cheapened life in all it’s forms. A truly just God would sweep his mighty arm through and sanitize the planet, and leave it for creatures more suited.

Instead, we prey upon one another. We are mean to one another. We stand in the light that makes rainbows, and we soak up the dew that would water the flowers. We don’t even do those things for our own benefit, only so that they do not benefit others.

I see this kind of behavior from people around me, people in the media, people supposedly charged with the governance of the species. I see it and I am filled with despair, and loathing for the whole race.

So when I read this it remided me that I’m not the only one that sees the way people are bastards to one another- and it gives me hope that the people out there that I care about are capable of turning the ship around- or at the very least, capable of making a cocoon of sanity in which those few of us who matter can be safe.

Hope that while the fires of Sodom and Gomorrah rage around us, we will not be frozen like Lot’s wife, nor that we will be the ten righteous that Lot couldn’t find, but maybe the porters who carried the luggage for Lot’s family.

The bullshit that I’ve been through in my life has soured me to a good extent, and I have to work, sometimes, to maintain an attitude that lets me get through the day.

So when Brigid sits and recollects her life, and broadcasts those vignettes edged in blood and tears for all to see, it reminds me that there are those for whom the planet is worth saving.

Thanks, lady. Thanks for all the times you pull me back from the brink.