Sunday, May 11, 2008

Animal House Commies, Anarchists and other Freaks

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.


Anonymous said...

I do see this a bit differently, beakerkin. The difference between us and our Marxist friends is that we've developed an economic system that makes best use of the resentment all men have towards one another and found a way to apply it for the benefit of all mankind. And "they" must channel all this resentment against an imaginary amni-present and powerful "other" that keeps them down and discourages them from applying any energy at all towards the benefit of mankind (in fact, it encourages them to tear down and destroy those very systems).

One day the Left will wake up to Hesiod's words of near 3,000 years ago... (Works and Days)

So, after all, there was not one kind of Strife alone, but all over the earth there are two. As for the one, a man would praise her when he came to understand her; but the other is blameworthy: and they are wholly different in nature. For one fosters evil war and battle, being cruel: her no man loves; but perforce, through the will of the deathless gods, men pay harsh Strife her honour due. But the other is the elder daughter of dark Night, and the son of Cronos who sits above and dwells in the aether, set her in the roots of the earth: and she is far kinder to men. She stirs up even the shiftless to toil; for a man grows eager to work when he considers his neighbour, a rich man who hastens to plough and plant and put his house in good order; and neighbour vies with is neighbour as he hurries after wealth. This Strife is wholesome for men. And potter is angry with potter, and craftsman with craftsman, and beggar is jealous of beggar, and minstrel of minstrel.

Perses, lay up these things in your heart, and do not let that Strife who delights in mischief hold your heart back from work, while you peep and peer and listen to the wrangles of the court-house. Little concern has he with quarrels and courts who has not a year's victuals laid up betimes, even that which the earth bears, Demeter's grain. When you have got plenty of that, you can raise disputes and strive to get another's goods. But you shall have no second chance to deal so again: nay, let us settle our dispute here with true judgement divided our inheritance, but you seized the greater share and carried it off, greatly swelling the glory of our bribe-swallowing lords who love to judge such a cause as this. Fools! They know not how much more the half is than the whole, nor what great advantage there is in mallow and asphodel.

For the gods keep hidden from men the means of life. Else you would easily do work enough in a day to supply you for a full year even without working; soon would you put away your rudder over the smoke, and the fields worked by ox and sturdy mule would run to waste. But Zeus in the anger of his heart hid it, because Prometheus the crafty deceived him; therefore he planned sorrow and mischief against men. He hid fire; but that the noble son of Iapetus stole again for men from Zeus the counsellor in a hollow fennel-stalk, so that Zeus who delights in thunder did not see it. But afterwards Zeus who gathers the clouds said to him in anger:

`Son of Iapetus, surpassing all in cunning, you are glad that you have outwitted me and stolen fire -- a great plague to you yourself and to men that shall be. But I will give men as the price for fire an evil thing in which they may all be glad of heart while they embrace their own destruction.'

So said the father of men and gods, and laughed aloud. And he bade famous Hephaestus make haste and mix earth with water and to put in it the voice and strength of human kind, and fashion a sweet, lovely maiden-shape, like to the immortal goddesses in face; and Athene to teach her needlework and the weaving of the varied web; and golden Aphrodite to shed grace upon her head and cruel longing and cares that weary the limbs. And he charged Hermes the guide, the Slayer of Argus, to put in her a shameless mind and a deceitful nature.

So he ordered. And they obeyed the lord Zeus the son of Cronos. Forthwith the famous Lame God moulded clay in the likeness of a modest maid, as the son of Cronos purposed. And the goddess bright-eyed Athene girded and clothed her, and the divine Graces and queenly Persuasion put necklaces of gold upon her, and the rich-haired Hours crowned her head with spring flowers. And Pallas Athene bedecked her form with all manners of finery. Also the Guide, the Slayer of Argus, contrived within her lies and crafty words and a deceitful nature at the will of loud thundering Zeus, and the Herald of the gods put speech in her. And he called this woman Pandora, because all they who dwelt on Olympus gave each a gift, a plague to men who eat bread.

But when he had finished the sheer, hopeless snare, the Father sent glorious Argus-Slayer, the swift messenger of the gods, to take it to Epimetheus as a gift. And Epimetheus did not think on what Prometheus had said to him, bidding him never take a gift of Olympian Zeus, but to send it back for fear it might prove to be something harmful to men. But he took the gift, and afterwards, when the evil thing was already his, he understood.

For ere this the tribes of men lived on earth remote and free from ills and hard toil and heavy sickness which bring the Fates upon men; for in misery men grow old quickly. But the woman took off the great lid of the jar with her hands and scattered all these and her thought caused sorrow and mischief to men. Only Hope remained there in an unbreakable home within under the rim of the great jar, and did not fly out at the door; for ere that, the lid of the jar stopped her, by the will of Aegis-holding Zeus who gathers the clouds. But the rest, countless plagues, wander amongst men; for earth is full of evils and the sea is full. Of themselves diseases come upon men continually by day and by night, bringing mischief to mortals silently; for wise Zeus took away speech from them. So is there no way to escape the will of Zeus.

Ducky's here said...

Officer Beakerkin? Do they allow you to go loaded?

Anonymous said...

No...they just provide him with a chair that sits atop a trap door... with a little button under the top of his desk for his finger to rest on... ;-)