The Gods of Capitalism
June 4, 2012 5 Comments
Those of you who read here often (Thank You!) already know that my favorite poet is probably Kipling. He wrote in an “Age of small men and large events”, (no, I don’t remember who said it either) and we seem to be in another of them. One of my favorite poems is The Gods of the Copybook Headings. Here are the final stanzas.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
Anyway, my mind was wandering around today and I came up with the thought that our progressive friends may have had their worldview spoiled by the “Gods of Capitalism”. What do I mean?
This is what I’m talking about, in the United States there has traditionally been a passivity about the actions of the government since FDR’s terms. We all complained a lot (even the old “New Dealers”) but nobody really did anything about it. We just pretty much went along to get along. Then, suddenly, the progressives got Harry Reid running the Senate, Nancy Pelosi running the House, Barack Obama, himself, in the White House, and the media in their pocket, progressive heaven or at least Utopia, right? Time to make up for lost time, like universal healthcare, a dream of the left since at least Truman but, never achievable. What could go wrong?
So they drew up a bill, 2300 hundred pages of platitudes whose real meaning could be defined later by bureaucrats who owe their living and status to the progressives. They proceed with this farce, and are totally dumfounded when the entire country blows up in their faces. All of a sudden there are thousands of people who manifestly work for a living and remember that other America, the one where you worked for what you got and took responsibility, are demonstrating in the streets, manifestly something only the left does, after all these people work for a living. The progressives can’t figure out who’s in charge, remember in their worldview, demonstrations are orchestrated from above. An obscure Republican Congresswomen calls for a demonstration and a week later there are thousands of constituents on the capital lawn. A nightmare. Eventually, it will die down.
The progressives figure it will die off, just like the similar noise about Social Security did, so they force a party line vote, and win. But almost instantly, a majority of state attorneys general challenge the law. What? Ridiculous. Eventually it will die down.
About ten months later there is a congressional election and there is something new, a Tea Party Caucus. It’s not really, even its symbols are old, and very, very American, the Rattlesnake of the American Revolution returns with a populace that understands what “Don’t Tread on Me” meant then and means now. Not least does it mean things like a middle of the road Democratic Nebraska Senator being referred to as “The Whore of Omaha” by Nebraskans, who usually don’t pay a damned bit of attention. Eventually, it will die down.
But it hasn’t, has it? It’s just not marching in the streets anymore. Why?
As our progressive friends are still trying to figure out who’s in charge of the hordes of the washed, neatly dressed, productive classes, even though they’ve been told and told that no one is. That’s just too far outside their belief system for them to understand.
But here is the real kicker, they moved too soon, they needed to dumb down the populace for at least one more generation. There are far too many left who understand American History, and knew those paragons of America, the Greatest Generation, and are unwilling to give up the dream for . Whoops!!!
But, they had to move when they did, do you know why. Because the gods of capitalism, slapped them up the side of the head. No, I’m not referring here to John Locke and Adam Smith. How about these: Thomas Edison, Samuel Morse, Alexander Graham Bell, Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Mark Zuckerberg, and Eduardo Saverin, all legends of capitalism who life work has made communication fast, cheap, and easy.
There’s a theory in the military, especially the Airborne, that say that “little groups of paratroopers” can disrupt whole theatres of war, I think there is an analogous principle operating here that we could call “little groups of conservatives”. For instance, my post this morning on the EPA has been seen at least 14 times, plus its been reblogged twice, plus it’s available on Facebook, LinkedIn, and Twitter. I’m a pretty small blog, but that’s in 6 hours, you can imagine what happens when things are posted by the big guys. If its true for me, it’s true for you, and nobody can keep up with the thousands of us doing this.
And people are listening to us, even people who have pretty good pulpits, Congressman Tom Tancredo has pinged this blog several times, as well as some of my friends. We are being heard, if not always heeded.
I guess what I’m saying here is: Don’t despair, If we keep the faith and keep it up, we are going to win. It’s going to take time, it’s going to take work but, it’s going to happen.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.
And what is that if not the message of conservatism.
Afterthought: As always, Ben Franklin had a few things to say on the subject, also:
- Employ thy time well if thou meanest to gain leisure
- Since thou art not sure of a minute, throw not away an hour
- A life of leisure and a life of laziness are two things. Do you imagine that sloth will afford you more comfort than labor?
- Trouble springs from idleness, and grievous toil from needless ease.
- Many without labor would live by their wits only, but they break for want of stock
- Industry gives comfort, and plenty, and respect: fly pleasures, and they’ll follow you
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