- the near impossibility of Islamic reform from within and
- Western governmental pussilanimity.
It's up to us to provide the resolve. Alas, I'm not sure we're up to it, given the lock that the mewling pantywaists have on academia and the fact that the populace doesn't rise up en masse over even that happy nonsense.
I'm not sure what would get the mass of citizens into the streets. A cartoonist in Hong Kong had a clever strip about pre-turnover Hong Kong. No political depredation whatsoever even registers on the cartoon character's radar scope, but he goes ballistic when he reads about the possible banning of horse racing!
I have a feeling that banning NASCAR or Monday Night Football are the U.S. equivalents.
We're not much above flat lined, amici. Our dear compatriots were drawn to nonentities like President George H.W. Bush and John Kerry. Rampant self-authorized immigration floods the country with only the faintest, feeble peeps of protest. One of our recent posts relates to the cultural decline evidenced in the celebration and recent presidential candidacy (so help me God) of the "Rev." (so help me God) Al Sharpton, charlatan and liar, who, by emergency constitutional amendment, should be permanently restricted to minimum-wage work cleaning cages at animal shelters owned by "white interlopers."
We can't seem to raise the volume high enough on our respective cable boxes to recognize mediocrity and sleeze when it's right before our eyes. Even 9/11 wasn't enough to keep the general anger level at "seethe" or above. (It does, however, seem to provide the necessary "X" factor that keeps the nation basically behind the President's policies. That we grant.)
Beyond that, the Colonel thinks there might be a fatal national and civilizational preference for barbeque, Fourth of July sparklers, vanilla ice cream, and puppies over reaching for Old Betsy top the fireplace. The fact that there are some people in the world who are desperately in need of an ass whipping doesn't seem ever to make it into routine national debate. ("Oh, that. What was I thinking? Of course. Thanks for reminding me, man. For a moment there I was thinking we needed to have a meeting at Camp David.")
Maybe the Pajama Janissaries will be like Paul Revere and save the day. Recent Australian governmental horse sense is cause for celebration. Ditto watered down British sheikh shipping ("When you absolutely, positively must return to your desert of origin.").
But with even my current most favorite president talking about the freaking ROP (gak!), it's not encouraging overall.
No, it isn't.
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