Most of us go through lives in an ordinary fashion. Our lives are defined by those we love and are loved by. We build communities and help our friends and those next door.
When I think of the stupid power mad utopian freaks I am reminded of the words in Animal House
said by the Dean to Flounder. "It is a waste going through life fat lazy and stupid".
Anarchists are imbeciles who have accomplished zero. Thus when you see an older anarchist or Communist they are bitter because all their scams and FUNDAMENTALIST crap blows up in their wasted lives. Utopia is not meant for this world and one is bound for failure the second one delves into such idiocy. There is no perfection of man nor silver bullet to solve all of life's problems.
In reality Commies are a cross between a retrograde religion and a warped monarchy. The Marxist Theocracy thinks it must lord over the unwashed masses. They will decide who lives where and when allegedly in the name of the people while serving themselves. They appoint themselves as Gods and as such decide who will live and die. They depend on the other to explain why their failures lurk at every turn. Thus Hugo needed his speculators in the same way his forebearers needed Kulaks. The Baathist (communist) apartheid regime in Syria needs the zionist other to survive. The Islamonarconazis at Hezbollah need the Zionist menace to justify their treason against the state of Lebanon.
In reality I look at the many Christians and religious Jews and who are part of my life and see the contrast. There is no bitterness and a lifetime of good work left behind. I see the example of a Justin, TMW, Junglemom or even Rav Roov and understand that we never do change the world just a small corner of it at best.
My life has taken me many unexpected places. Each and every day that I serve is a blessing and I do not do this work for the money. My ultimate love is for the American people and the people who struggle to join my family. Joining the family is predicated by playing by a set of rules. The system often does not make sense but each and every day I work with the hope that things will be made correct.
I remember before 9-11 feeling that there was no greater thrill than leading a crew against an impossible deadline. In the days that followed I began to question my priorities. What had I done with my life other than place numbers on a ledger sheet. It was exciting work that I would never regret but ultimately the next day would bring a set of similar impossible tasks and so forth. There was always much sadness as the poorly paid workers lives would take bad twists. One got
his first job in his 50's worked for a while and died around a year or so later of AIDS. Another went into a trance and I never found out how that story ended.
I look at my badge and think of the many lives I have touched. The work is not always easy and often it is hair raising. I do not know how the story will end, but of the many lives I have lived none gave me greater joy than being Officer Beakerkin. How many of us get to serve or play a role in their greatest love of their lives? There is no bitterness in my world for I willingly serve that which I love the most, the American people.
I marvel at the joy and energy of the religious types and see my own joy reflected in their work.
For Justin, Junglemom and TMW building lives and communities is their lives work. There is always the next task or life to fix. It is a great way to go about life.
I contrast this with the self loathing of commies. Every effort wasted and every effort is a failure
because their obnoxious cult starts off with insane notions of the ends justify the means and man is God and Utopia is possible in this world.