A Republic Lost, A Promise Unbroken

The New World, once a blue ocean of opportunity.

The United States of America, the modern Atlantis.

How many great republics slowly slip into that same sea?

The Black Ocean

Now we find ourselves in a black ocean.

We see no land in sight.

Still, we convince ourselves we can swim long enough.

We hope for a boat to pass us by.

There will be no boats.

No island is safe from this moral plague.

The swamp beneath us is deeper than we can ever know.

We show no intention of draining it. We don’t even intend to fill it in.

We float, we drift, and we pretend this is the navigation of new waterways.

The Great Political Sickness

Liberalism has become a mental disorder. Savage was right about that.

Yet it is the classical liberal, the rational and realist observer, who can still define the rights of the individual.

This observer can also define and defend the positions the right only claims to hold.

Someone like Peterson, a classical liberal, stands among us not to neuter the right but to discipline it.

He reminds us what it once meant to conserve. To slay our dragons.

The right’s indifference is its own sickness.

Their willingness to be “left” is disturbing.

They borrow money endlessly. They police the world.

They wage war for special interests. Calling this conservatism is unsettling.

When did it become conservative to spend borrowed money?

When did it become conservative to export democracy at gunpoint while importing decadence at home?

The Illusion of the Republic

The republic may have fallen between 1900 and 1910.

Anything calling itself right of center since then operates inside a corrupted frame.

This twisted frame was shaped by centralized creditors and eventually influenced by Keynesian theory.

We tell ourselves we are still a free people.

We say the will of the people is democracy, but when was the last time we truly had that?

Lincoln, Kennedy maybe; we saw how long those lasted.

Plato rightly called democracy the father of tyranny, and we are seeing it in real time.

We live in a country governed by money, yet even that money is not actually money.

We spend it as if it were, but the reality is only a security of status. It spends the same, only we need endlessly more of it.

“No problem for the crooks who cook their books.”

The Apathy of the Bright Screen

Justice is blind.

Where is our Lady Justice?

What has become of sweet sister Liberty?

For whom does she still exist?

For our oligarchs?

For the anti-reality, hate-mongering sociopaths who shape the narratives and call it governance?

All hail the algorithms.

I love individuals.

I believe humans are the greatest among and above all creation.

But the America that once told a king to pound salt feels long gone.

We are busy just trying to get by: kids to practice, bills to pay.

At what point do we riot? I would wager never.

There was a time when this would have been all I screamed about.

It was something I would have tried to mobilize over.

But with marriage and kids, woe to me. Scripture is always on point.

Think of what it would take for an American revolution now.

Something much worse than this current dark mirror of horrors.

Much more than generations of debt.

We have become a people who endure anything. It is our birthright.

We endure as long as the shelves stay full and the screens stay bright.

We continue as long as we can caress the safety blanket of familiar shadows.

Even when someone like Obama speaks with restraint, NBC cannot properly represent his character.

The title they gave it was a disservice. True or not, it distracted from his point of refusing to speak to the madness directly.

Even our press cannot resist the clown show; they must feed it, amplify it, and distort it.

The Sacred Reset

The greatest of broken promises is a republic that fell a century ago.

The eternal promise is that sacrifice saves.

Ownership of our own lives still saves us, just as the ultimate sacrifice did and eternally does.

The board is being reset regardless.

So here we are, in the black ocean, in the bottomless swamp.

We are in a country where money is not money.

Democracy is not our will. Conservatism does not conserve.

Liberalism has lost its mind.

The republic fell quietly, and we pretend the forms are still the substance.

We drift, we tread water, and we wait for boats that will never come.

Saving yourself in a sacred seriousness is the only way to save society.