Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Pajamas Media Discusses The Reality of Honey Boo Boo's "America"


From Roger Kimball at Pajamas Media:


These last couple of weeks I have divided my time largely between talking to cleanup crews, insurance adjusters, and contractors who promise, eventually,  to undo the ravages of Hurricane Sandy and restore our house to its antediluvian semi-splendor — “All in good time, Mr. Kimball” — and reading Like the Roman, Simon Heffer’s magisterial 1998 biography of the great, if much and unfairly maligned, British statesman Enoch Powell.  To many people these days, Powell is totally unknown. To those who do recall his name, he is the author of the so-called“Rivers of Blood Speech” — what he himself always referred to as “the Birmingham Speech.” In that 1968 address to the Conservative Political Centre at the Midland Hotel, he warned of the consequences to British society of large-scale immigration of unassimiliating, perpetually dependent populations. “It is,” Powell said, “like watching a nation busily engaged in heaping up its own funeral pyre. So insane are we that we actually permit unmarried persons to immigrate for the purpose of founding a family with spouses and fiancĂ©es whom they have never seen.” What was extraordinary then is just business as usual today.
Among the several predictions that Powell made that came to pass, the braying excoriation of him by the commissars of established political opinion led the list. “I can already hear the chorus of execration,” he wrote.  “How dare I say such a horrible thing?”

I believe — and now I can hear that chorus of execration myself — that Powell was correct in just about every particular of that speech.  It ruined his career. And the fact that he was right about the effects of wholesale immigration made it all the more unforgivable.
I may well return to Powell at some point.  For the moment, I just wanted to share with readers a comment that Powell’s biographer, the formidable Simon Heffer, made towards the end of his book.
Most politicians, as they become older, become more skilled in compromise. The sacrifice of what were once deeply held, and prominently advertised, convictions troubles their consciences less and less; it certainly leaves no moral imprint. In an age when many politicians have ceased to have a life outside politics, survival and the retention of power become paramount. What in normal society would constitute shameful duplicity is, by a modern politician, executed shamelessly: nobody expects better of them, least of all themselves, and they do not therefore disappoint. Retreating from principle, bending, concealing or sometimes even abandoning the truth are normal, everyday activities. Anyone who points out the depravity of such behaviour is seen as painfully unsophisticated.
Powell did not retreat from principle. He did not abandon the truth. No one could accuse this classics scholar, military man, and consummate orator of being unsophisticated. Instead, he was roundly denounced as “racialist,” the omnibus term of abuse that preceded our own favorite, “racism.”
As I look around at what is happening in the formerly United States of America, I feel the chill wind of disorientation. Are we not, in our fiscal incontinence and pullulating political correctness, piling up our own funeral pyre?  Have not our politicians surrendered to a horrible venality as they struggle above all to maintain the reins of power, even to the point of allowing political calculation to trump their duty to save the lives of those diplomats who were murdered in Benghazi? Will the festering swamp of mendacity that surrounds that event ever be drained? The Obama administration has been on overdrive since September 11 to spin the event, lying, covering up, triangulating, and otherwise endeavoring to distract the public’s attention from this extraordinary attack on sovereign U.S. territory — our consulate in Benghazi — and the brutal murder of an American ambassador and three aides. What does it all mean?  And what do the revelations about David Petraeus’s amorous adventures and pseudo-revelations about General Allen portend? Does anyone believe that it was a coincidence that they surfaced when they did?

3 comments:

Always On Watch said...

"Americans" don't give a damn about anything except freebies and 15 minutes of fame.

Anonymous said...

The Honey Boo Boo culture is the future of our former democracy, now idiocracy. When parents that look like Honey's "Jaba The Hut" toad of a mother raise children as fucked up and hopeless as stupid, drug addicted Honey, they'll look to their sweet momma of a government to put a band aid on the boo boo that is their life.

They'll look to Uncle Sugar to make good on his promise to Joe the Plumber to "redistribute some of that wealth" from those who are educated and productive to those who are not. They'll sit on their rented couch and watch their Honey Boo Boo or some other dumb slob on a rented big screen TV while eating Pop Tarts and guzzling Cokes and they'll think they've found the good life.

What a disaster we've made of a formerly great nation and formerly great culture. We're all so afraid of saying or doing anything that might offend the obese, LGBT, disabled, drug addicted slob next door that we've given away our birth right and destiny in hopes of achieving "equality" (whatever the fuck that is).

Pastorius said...

Equality is making everything as shitty and meaningless as Honey Boo Boo's life