The Fate of Fools

When an entire society insulates itself from the harsh reality of existence, the future of that society is invariably brief. The aristocrats and fops of Fourth century Rome and pre-Revolution France undoubtedly thought they'd created the perfect societies. Obviously they were wrong. They are not the only such failures of history, nor will they be the last. It is increasingly likely, in fact, that the United States of America will soon be joining that list of shame.

When I was young, I wanted to live forever. Now that I'm old, the very thought of it terrifies me. I was raised in a society where self-reliance was among the highest virtues, inseparable from the definition of what it meant to be an American. The United States in which I die will likely be indistinguishable from that of Aldous Huxley's Brave New World: a navel-gazing hell of forced socialization and hedonistic squalor, characterized by abbreviated morals and stunted intelligence. Some would argue it's already there. I have no desire at all to live in such a world. I'll isolate myself from it and live out the remainder of my life as best I can, but it saddens me to think that the United States of America went from ascendent Republic and the greatest experiment in human history to a failing, corrupt, rotten empire of foppish fools, and that it happened in such a short time. It occurs to me that perhaps we deserve to be conquered by Islam.

So congratulations to you, all of you young Democrats and twenty-something "progressives"; you all got what you wanted. May the stench of it be in your noses on every day of your petty, pampered, pathetically useless little lives. When you answer the mandatory call to prayer a few decades from now, years after your homosexual friends have been stoned to death and your granddaughters are circumcised baby factories locked away in a house with no windows, you think back on the early part of the 21st century. You think about what you wanted and what you got. Remember your cowardice and willful blindness, your silly protests and self-indulgent activism, your refusal to consider that maybe you really didn't understand the world as well as you thought you did. Remember me and conservatives like me. In remembering us, know that we were right. In that will you know despair. For it is your bed, made by your past self, and you must lie in it. Look now at your future self in the mirror; see the gutless coward staring back at you and know that you will never, ever be anything more. Your obstinate refusal to learn from history has sealed your fate.

I will go to my grave sooner than you, dear Occupiers and apologists. Maybe it will happen a few decades from now or maybe tonight; it makes no difference. But I will go knowing that I have lived a full life of self-reliance and bravery, unconcerned with the constant nattering of strangers and busy-bodies, defiant against those who would tell me what to believe and when to speak, placing myself bodily between my countrymen and harm while stating "Not on my watch!" You, however, will go to your graves as mewling slaves to the opinions of others, unable to see beyond your own selfish desires and unworthy of the title Human Being. Historians of the future will marvel at your self-deluded ineptness, much as those of today look at the ridiculous fools of the royal court of Louis XVI. That is the legacy of Progressivism: not Utopia, but subservience and ridicule. I'd pity you, but I will waste no sympathy on the fate of fools.