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In The Heart Of Darkness

17 March 2011 @ 13:53

One of the most reflective thinkers in the Rightosphere is TL Davis, who runs TL In Exile and contributes to the Washington Rebel.

He has a way of cutting through the unimportant and getting to the heart of the matter.

In one of his latest postings, TL writes:

The left are often the most vile, vicious people I have come across. Anyone taking the time to watch some of the footage from the siege of Wisconsin could see that these people who walk around in everyday normal people’s images are truly the most devious, insulting, disagreeable people in our nation. They wrap it all up in a sense of standing up for the little guy and compassion, but just below the surface is a willingness and even a desire to watch the pain and suffering of their enemy.

I know I’m not saying anything earth-shaking or paradigm-shifting, but it needs to be said in order to set up the other half of this post.

While I don’t condone getting down on their level, it is time to get serious about our problems. A typical leftists sees the world as this: People are greedy and will hurt other people for money. Put a mirror up to any of those in Wisconsin and we see why they come to that conclusion, because they know it is true of themselves and then they magnify that to fit their perception of others. The irony is that they then, somehow, excuse themselves from that milieu.

My point is that they have made their misperceptions actionable. They have started to pursue violent means of getting what they want. It is left now to the people to see through them and reject them, or give them credence….

The other half of his post concerns that great mushy middle [my term] that goes through life disengaged from the political actions of the day and how this situation in Wisconsin is a test of our resolve to actually change things – please do take the time to click here and read the whole posting.

That the Left is chock-full of people who are vile, I think, is beyond dispute. We see examples of their noxious vulgarity everyday in the insults and calumnies they hurl at us, in their utter contempt for the ‘Non-Enlightened’ [ie: non-Leftists], in their hatred of morality and tradition, in the way they treat their fellow human beings despite protestations of love for mankind.

These behaviors and attitudes arise out of their Nihilism. The Leftist refuses to accept the world as it is, to play the hand that’s been dealt him as best he can. This refusal fuels Leftist’s manic desire* to remake the world according to the schemes they have developed in the laboratories of their minds, where everyday is sunny and unicorns roam freely over the environmentally perfect and untouched plains, where there is no strife and discord because man has been forced into perfection, where everyone is a god [We are stars / We are golden]. Armed with a deep and abiding belief in these sterile schemes, the Leftist sets out into the world to convince his fellow men and women [and transgendered] of the brilliance of them. He finds some who agree with him, but most reject him because they see, to varying extents, just how fantastical his ideas are. This makes the Leftist angry. What also upsets him is that he finds that he himself is prone occasionally to think and act like the non-believers do, to fall short. Join those two facts with the fact that, in order to except Leftist ideas whole-hog as legitimate in the first place one must have a personality that refuses to accept things as they are, and you have a person suseptible to the Nihilist Virus. One could also call it the Nihilist Tantrum – not getting one’s [visionary] way, as the Leftist is also a Narcissist. Thus, this kind of person begins to view life, especially his own, as wretched. Thus this kind of person begins to hate himself, with that hatred, eventually for most, bursting through the skin and being projected towards other human beings in violent ways, both physical and verbal. This is the Vile stage.

Free of any allegiance to tradition and having cut loose from the bindings of morality, the miserable one can easily do and say vile things and rain calumnies down from his turgid heaven.

There are no restraints on the Leftist’s behavior because he has rejected all the restraints demanded of people with Free Will. There are no ties to the shared beliefs that make a group of people a civilization. The Leftist possesses free license to do as he pleases, but, however, as with all things in life, there is a trade-off. In holding free license, the bearer finds that he is eternally miserable because when there is no standard to live up to, no nobility to maintain, no honor to preserve. There is absolutely nothing to admire. All the Leftist is left with his self-contempt and self-hatred, like so many Gollums. He sees everyone as a reflection of himself. And he loathes himself and, as TL wrote, ‘then they magnify that to fit their perception of others’.

And violence at all levels ensues.

If we are going to effectively fight the Left, we don’t have to lower ourselves to their level, as TL points out, but it is very, very important that we know our enemy – what makes them tick – so we can clean their clocks.

*That’s one of the reasons, I think, Adobe Walls came up with the great term for the Leftists: ‘Manic Progressives’. If you’ve every been around someone who is clinically manic, you’ll understand.

12 Comments
  1. Adobe Walls permalink
    17 March 2011 @ 18:12 18:12

    For most of them I believe it’s incurable.

  2. bobbelvedere permalink*
    17 March 2011 @ 19:33 19:33

    Adobe: I would agree, but, then again, I am the Capo di Tutti Capi of Cynical Bastards.

  3. 17 March 2011 @ 20:45 20:45

    Brilliant. I loved every syllable.

    • bobbelvedere permalink*
      17 March 2011 @ 23:20 23:20

      Thank you, TL – that means a lot.

  4. wxwzrd permalink
    18 March 2011 @ 09:13 09:13

    In psychology, it’s called “projection”. They accuse others of being what they themselves are. Great post and very insightful.

  5. 20 March 2011 @ 15:11 15:11

    Great post, particularily how they’ve eschewed all limits on their behavior.

  6. 20 March 2011 @ 16:17 16:17

    Left accused right of violence. Right accuses left. Both deny these accusations, and both lie.

    Politics is violence. Politics is power. There is no power without violence, or the threat thereof.

    In the end, if you’re not willing to get on the ground for what you believe is right, your politics are useless. You will forever snarl, “Not one step back!”, and promptly back up with each provocation.

    In this country, we have played very nice for a very long time. Playing nice with someone (or a group of collectivist, anti-liberty extremist someones… intent on taking from you or doing violence to you gets you hurt.

    Our society is quickly approaching a fork, through which there is no middle ground. Many, many issues today leave little or no space to compromise. Up or down. This way or that. Freedom or collectivism. Turn the cheek or fight. Liberty or death.

    We are quickly reaching a point in our society where the luxury of playing nice is disappearing.

    God help us all.

    These are the good old days.

    Resist.

    Arctic Patriot

  7. lenf permalink
    20 March 2011 @ 19:20 19:20

    See here. Is this who we are reading about?

    Road Song of the Bandar Log (the Monkey People)
    by Rudyard Kipling

    Here we go in a flung festoon,
    Half-way up to the jealous moon!
    Don’t you envy our pranceful bands?
    Don’t you wish you had extra hands?
    Wouldn’t you like if your tails were–so–
    Curved in the shape of a Cupid’s bow?
    Now you’re angry, but–never mind,
    Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!

    Here we sit in a branchy row,
    Thinking of beautiful things we know;
    Dreaming of deeds that we mean to do,
    All complete, in a minute or two–
    Something noble and wise and good,
    Done by merely wishing we could.
    We’ve forgotten, but–never mind,
    Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!

    All the talk we ever have heard
    Uttered by bat or beast or bird–
    Hide or fin or scale or feather–
    Jabber it quickly and all together!
    Excellent! Wonderful! Once again!

    Now we are talking just like men!
    Let’s pretend we are … never mind,
    Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
    This is the way of the Monkey-kind.

    Then join our leaping lines that scumfish through the pines,
    That rocket by where, light and high, the wild grape swings.
    By the rubbish in our wake, and the noble noise we make,
    Be sure, be sure, we’re going to do some splendid things!

  8. Woodrow Dingus permalink
    21 March 2011 @ 12:34 12:34

    Yep. Ya swung for the fences, connected, and hit it outa the park. Nice one.

    • bobbelvedere permalink*
      21 March 2011 @ 19:08 19:08

      Thank you, WD.

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