October 31, 2006

Understanding Liberals?

Understanding the Psychology of a Liberal

I feel, therefore I am

Which of us has never made an impulsive decision and lived to regret it? When the mind clears, we look back and say to ourselves, “what was I thinking?” In actuality we weren’t . . . thinking. Another part of us took over. In the deep recesses of our neural system a chemical was released that made us feel good at the moment of decision. We reacted emotionally and found ourselves stuck with the consequences of a bad decision.

Whenever I go to the mall, I like to drop in the sporting goods store to have a look at the weaponry. Bright, shiny, new side arms glisten behind a glass case. Behind them the latest from Remington and Winchester are displayed side-by-side on a rack for long arms. The shotgun I bought three years ago is now available in camo. A black-powder muzzle-loader is on sale for $199. I am tempted to slap down the old credit card and walk off with a new firearm. “I need to get out of here before I get impulsive,” I say to the clerk, “bet you’ve never seen that happen in a gun store?” The comment never fails to evoke a chuckle from the crew behind the counter.

I try to be a thoughtful man. I don’t need another caliber. I have one gun for each of several purposes: large game, small game, birds, and home defense. A rational cash benefit analysis would prove that I’m already overbought; the game I have taken in the field has cost me more by far than the best cut of steak available at the grocery store. Of course, one must weigh in the pleasure of the hunt, but economically it makes no sense. I conclude, quite rationally, that I don’t need another gun.

Have you seen the latest .45 from Kimber? Ooh, what a sweet piece!

Now imagine if you will a person who always reacts on the basis of emotion. The chemical surge takes over in almost every situation and the person acts like an automaton. Later they will say, “Well, it felt right at the time.” I suppose it did. What a poor barometer are feelings. And these people never get it right because the rational faculties are always suspended at the moment of decision. They live their lives dealing with the consequences of one bad decision after another. Throw sex into the mix, the ultimate of all feel-goods, and you get a template for disaster. It’s a wonder that Homo Sapien ever made his way out of the trees. But then, the species, as the name implies, is supposed to be the thinking man. Well, maybe sometimes.

The liberal is an intensely emotional creature, and he will say so to your face: “I don’t feel that’s right.” It does no good to argue with a liberal because the rational faculties will not displace his feelings. What you get instead is an angry opponent. “You’re nothing but a racist, bigot, homophobe!” They lash out because you made them feel bad, the sum total of the reaction. I know these people well because I work in the public schools, a place stocked with liberals like no other.

The other day I had to substitute a class for a liberal colleague. She left behind a film called Poverty in America. I viewed it along with a class of mainly twelve year-olds. The film was completely anecdotal in nature and emotional in its appeal. There was nothing of substance to this film whatsoever. I asked the class to identify the causes of poverty. “Poverty is caused by illness and accident. Anyone can fall into poverty; it’s just a matter of bad luck.” The class had correctly interpreted the theme of the film be it ever so erroneous. I had to disabuse them of the conclusion based on facts. Poverty, you see, is correlated most directly to a lack of education, followed by out-of-wedlock births, and the tendency of the underclass to live in single parent households (where they continue to breed indiscriminately). I received a complaint from the regular teacher via the principal that I had denounced the film as silly and pointless. My conclusion must have made my colleague feel bad. Oh, well.

What would lead a teacher to show a film based completely on emotional appeal? In this case, my colleague is trying to “teach kids to be good citizens”. By this she means an ability to empathize with those less fortunate. She wants her students to be caring and compassionate. This teacher is doing these kids a great disservice because she is teaching them to emote rather than think. But that’s how my liberal colleague deals with life, and she thinks herself virtuous based on her tolerance and compassion. The belief that one is morally superior generates warm fuzzies when the proper chemicals are released. Mmmmm, am I not just the spitting image of the enlightened American? After all, I care.

The individual who answers life’s problems by emoting instead of thinking will lurch from one self-induced crisis to the next. But what happens when such a tendency reaches the level of national policy? In wartime? Can we trust liberals to make rational decisions that can mean life or death to millions? Do we want a statesman to deal with a sociopathic dictator based on his feeling that Kim Jong Il wouldn’t really use a nuke? Would you like a madam president who makes decisions based on the adulation of crowds because that’s how she generates her chemical fix? (Her husband suffers from the same pathology, a form of malignant narcissism.) Do you really want to hear from anyone who says they feel that violence is a last resort?

God save the republic!

You can’t make a liberal think. They are like drug addicts who need their emotional fix on a daily basis. You can make a liberal mad, but you can’t change his mind. His moral superiority is not arrogance; it simply makes him feel good. But then, neither should you trust a liberal. He lacks the ability to make decisions based on rational analysis. The liberal can’t make a logical decision because the right decision might make him feel bad. So he won’t. Count on the emotional response and you’ll be right nine times out of ten. Be prepared to count the dead when emotion becomes the basis for national policy.

My advice to conservative friends and colleagues is to go out and buy a Kimber chambered for .45 ACP. You may not need it, but I guarantee it will make you feel better. Mine does.

October 30, 2006

Rules of Riverdale

Okay, lads, it's time to get to work. There's a war afoot. This might be the first time in recorded history that a nation-state, an entire civilization, has found itself under assault, and despite the carnage feels itself secure in front of the hearth. What have we become, a nation of lotus eaters? The War on Terror is a farce. The problem is Islam; the threat is existential. For the sake of the gods, can't we even name the enemy? Point One: Islam is a deeply reactionary ideology. The very notion of progress is absent from the belief system. The followers of the Prophet look backward for guidance to a period some 1300 years ago. Have a look at your timeline. We don't call it the Dark Ages for nothing. Point Two: Islam has never enjoyed a reformation or renaissance. It can't and it won't. It's a fixed system. To question the words of the Prophet, or to suggest reform, invites an instant death sentence. We can't negotiate with it or come to terms. The fight is existential. Us or them. Point Three: Western tradition relies on freedom: to argue, dispute, contradict, negotiate, support or reject, form alliances, break alliances, invent and innovate, undermine and destroy, celebrate the victor, condemn the loser, compete or cooperate, stomp one's opponent into the muck, or be magnanamous in victory. How cool is that? It beats the alternative: religious zealotry and self-immolation.The first option, be it ever so cruel, gave us modernity. The other option, be it ever so brutal, will give us . . . more brutality.Does the average American really want to bury his nose in a carpet five times a day? Islam demands it.Are Americans willing to live under theocracy? I thought the issue was settled two-hundred thirty odd years ago?Will we simply sit back and wait till an enemy power puts a nuke in the hands of a mujahadeen? Did I not say the threat is existential?Our enemies are right about one thing; we have become soft and decadent. Our inability to recognize the threat proves their point. And yet we persist in our illusions.God save the republic!~Basil

October 24, 2006


As all good Vikings know, the rainbow bridge that leads to Aasgard(and Vallhalla) is called BIFROST. Sometimes it becomes visible around this time of year(All Hallows Eve, Samhain, etc...) I was lucky enough to get a picture of it last night around the gloaming. We mortals may not cross. Our stairway is the pillar of smoke from the Funeral Pyre. Happy Holiday to the Einheriar to come.


October 21, 2006


I remember standing atop Sugarloaf on that October afternoon, as my oldest friends formalized the relationship that we (at least) all knew was forever and had been for years.
The air was brisk and the wind was up, ripe with leaves and moist. The sky was no idle blue, but alive with racing clouds of grey and white. It was chilly, but we didn't mind, standing in our foolish unfamiliar formal clothing. It was a rite, in the truest sense, and we were there as witnesses of it. It had to be.
How young we were, a score of years ago. How young, and brave, and hopeful. Fierce, and happy, like a colony of eagles atop that granite cliff. Our faces glad and bright, we heard only part of the words spoken, but all of the feeling expressed.
Time has passed, and distance still. Yet looking back from these far lowlands where I stand today, gazing back to that mountaintop in Maryland, I can still see those friends of my youth, standing proud and joyous and promising themselves to each other.
L&J, it has been too short. Here's to you, on your anniversary. Twenty more is not enough.

October 20, 2006

Happy Anniversary

Just wanted to share with our friends the fact my beautiful and immensely patient wife and I will be celebrating our wedding anniversary tonight Oct.20th 2006. I forget exactly which one it is, but I think it is about 27 years. Needless to say, thats probably how old this picture is as well. We have been very happy and I owe her all my love as well as my life. Just wanted to share our happiness with friends old and new. Thanks for everything.

October 10, 2006

Jeff Cooper 1920-2006

Jeff Cooper 1920-2006
Retired United States Marine Corps colonel Jeff Cooper passed away Sept 25th at his home in Arizona. Our condolences go out to his immediate family and to his huge extended family of shooters and friends. This man was a true American hero and lived life to the fullest extent possible. We shall not soon see another such as he. Godspeed, Semper Fidelis colonel.
"One can never have too many books, too many wines, or too much ammunition"
Jeff Cooper