Revenge

The sun rose as usual on Wednesday, but it didn’t felt like morning in America. A bit less than half of the voting population was disconsolate, and even the victorious majority seemed to be savoring the misery more than it was anticipating a brighter future.
Within moments of Barack Obama’s re-election the internet was flooded with “tweets” repeating the same witless obscenity against white people, a striking sentiment in this supposedly post-racial age. Some woman who somehow wound up among our Facebook “friends” sent a similarly vulgar message inviting all Romney voters to kiss an especially unappealing portion of her “Obama-lovin’” anatomy, odd for a woman so worshipful of a man who had presumed to lecture the American people about civility. Countless keyed cars and vandalized yard signs expressed the same ugly schadenfreude, all from a left that loves to slur its ideological opponents as brownshirts. The very lack of dignity, standards, and simple respect that marked Obama’s ruthless campaign was on full display in its aftermath, and nowhere was the giddy sense of hope and change that had prevailed when he first won office.
A President of the United States of America closed his re-election campaign by exhorting his supporters to vote for “revenge,” and is clear that they are now eager to get it. Although he didn’t explain who this revenge would be exacted upon, or for what offense, the president’s supporters understood that he meant the old America of freedom and self-reliance, with its loathsome religiousness, individualism, and whiteness. That America had been an imperfect place, and those who had prospered there to a greater extent than others, those who acted according to their own consciences rather than the will of the collective, must be punished.
None but the delusional seem to expect that the new America will be a more prosperous place. The slow economic growth, high unemployment, and mounting debts of the past four years have too clearly demonstrated the failure of the current policies, yet much of America signed on for more of the same in hopes that the government will continue to expropriate for them a bigger slice of the shrinking pie. Obama argued during the campaign that the economic crash was caused by taxing the highest income brackets at rates a few points too low, and that reverting to the higher rate will therefore restore the nation’s economic health, but neither he nor anybody else really believes such nonsense. Those higher taxes will only fund a few hours of government spending while robbing the private sector of capital that could have funded successful enterprises, but they’ll briefly sate the mob’s self-centered notions of fairness, and that will suffice.
America has collectively decided to pretend that it doesn’t face a catastrophic debt crisis, but it won’t be able to maintain that pretense for long. When the new tax rates fail to make a perceptible dent in the deficit the administration will ask for more, and then again for even more, but at last a complete confiscation all of the wealth held by the hated “1 percent” will be insufficient to cover the nation’s tab, and efforts to tax enough the rest of the country will be politically unfeasible and economically disastrous. The election has ensured that any spending cuts won’t come from the subsidies for public television’s mostly wealthy viewership or any of the massive entitlement programs sacred to the left, and there’s only so much defense spending to cut while our interest payments to the Chinese are funding the lion’s share of that country’s increasingly belligerent military, so it’s impossible to envision any solution the administration might attempt other than hyperinflationary money-printing or default. If there are better outcomes that are possible, Obama and his supporters have been too busy gloating to explain what they might be.
We’ve been sifting through the wreckage of Tuesday’s election, trying to find something intact that might prove useful, but thus far our efforts are of no avail. Obama’s victory was just slim enough that some pundits are insisting he has no mandate, but he won’t see it that way, and what little restraint public opinion had once exerted on the president’s most radical tendencies has been entirely relinquished by the election. The House of Representatives remains under Republican control, but whatever resistance they offer to the administration’s efforts will only provide a convenient scapegoat when those policies fail, and a corrupt and compliant media will happily fan the flames of public anger. Some conservatives are hopeful that further revelations about the administration’s outrageous behavior before, during, and after the deadly raid on the Libyan embassy, or the murderous Fast and Furious fiasco, or the cases of blatantly corrupt cronyism under the guise of “investments” in a “green economy,” or any of the various other scandals will somehow cripple Obama, but a voting majority of Americans has now collectively decided that it just doesn’t care what this president does.
The left’s snarling response to their victory on Tuesday makes it tempting to simply hunker down in a heavily armed bunker to watch with bitter satisfaction as they futilely struggle to make their utopian fantasies come true, settling for the meager consolation of being proved right about their inevitable failure, but there’s something in the souls of those who once happily inhabited the old America that will not allow us stand idly by and let it die. New ideas are needed to restore the old values of freedom and self-reliance, and although no path is readily apparent there must be faith that one can still be found. This may well be the twilight of America, but we cannot go gently into that night.

— Bud Norman

On the Coming Conflagration

Wednesday obliged us to attend the funeral of an old and dear friend. The melancholy chore involved driving along back roads through fifty miles or so of God’s glorious Kansas countryside from Wichita to Hutchinson, one of those pleasant and picturesque small towns that people have somehow fashioned out of the rough prairie soil, and the drive took us past endless acres of corn that had withered on the stalk in this summer’s relentless sun as well the green sprouts of various other crops that looked like they might just make it to harvest. Along the way we contemplated the past life of an unknown but excellent American individual and the possible futures of our collective America.

Rush Limbaugh was holding forth on the AM radio, and as is our wont we were tuned in with rapt interest. The leftward segment of America regards Limbaugh with an ostentatious disgust and loudly accuses him of being hateful, but we’ve always found him an endearingly upbeat fellow who giddily champions a system that would allow anyone to follow his dreams even when Limbaugh thinks those dreams are a bunch of namby-pamby politically correct nonsense. On Wednesday he was uncharacteristically downbeat, though, and admittedly worried that the country might soon be choosing a wrong path.

We share that concern. We see that in the past four years the country has been dragged more than five trillion dollars further into debt, and five trillion dollars closer to the impending economic catastrophe that has already befallen Greece and Spain and every other nation that ever followed such a path. We see that millions of our countrymen are out work, and that millions more have been tempted into a degrading state of dependence on the labors of strangers. We see that the promised stimulative effects of such profligacy have produced only economic stasis at best and steady deterioration at worst, and that the subsidies for failure and disparagement of success have hastened an already precipitous cultural decline. We see the country on a road to serfdom, and we see polls showing that a near majority of the country prefers this to the frightening uncertainty of freedom and mere opportunity.

Some clamor for a third way, one that would keep the checks coming for the rest of their lives without resorting to ever more confiscatory taxation and totalitarian regulation of the private sector, but no one can say where that way lies. The only real choices available are the collectivist society on the left and the individualism of the right, and they cannot be reconciled. Conflict is the inevitable result, and though we have been blessed with a political system that allows us to resolve such conflicts peacefully there is nothing to prevent it from getting very ugly. Already the left has resorted to the most outrageous slanders to discredit their opposition, including false charges of complicity in the unfortunate death of a woman whose widower has allowed her to be used for the most disgraceful sort of political propaganda, and even worse can be expected. People who believe they are creating a utopia feel justified in using the most ruthless tactics against those who would impede them.

Still, we hold out hope that it all ends up with one America. The fellow we bid farewell to on Wednesday was one of those on the other side, and we wish he were still around to cast the wrong vote. He was a quirky sort and an independent thinker, and he shared our downright Burkean traditionalism on matters of language and aesthetics, but we never did succeed in persuading him to adopt a similar view of government, economics and politics. Somehow we didn’t mind that he was a bleeding heart pinko, and he forgave our cold-blooded conservatism, and we got along together very well.

Let us resolve that the country will do the same. Let us fight it out, and every man and woman take a stand on either side of the great divide, but let there be some ungoverned and apolitical space where we can come together and share what we still have in common. There are still some beautifully empty spaces in Kansas, so perhaps we can do it there.

— Bud Norman