The following essay by our Israeli correspondent MC serves as an appropriate companion to H. Numan’s piece posted earlier tonight. It’s good to have persepctives from abroad on what’s happening here in the Nation Formerly Known as the United States of America.
American Socialism is like playing Russian Roulette with an automatic pistol: there are just too many individualists and too many pistols for a quiet transition to the average socialist utopia.
We have loaded the Biden bullet into the magazine of our 1911 pattern Colt along with a few blanks, and we put it to our collective temple thinking that the blanks are benign.
So here we are, all set. What chance do we have of surviving?
The USA is on the brink of a full-scale Fascist bullet in the bonce, but through ignorance and misdirection, they are unaware that even the blanks are dangerous. One can, if one is stupid enough, play Russian roulette with a revolver and get away with it most of the time, but a semi-automatic pistol is going to kill you every time you pull the trigger (sic), blank or ball.
I lived under socialism for decades; I saw it creep and corrode society until it destroyed the mechanisms that allowed the poor to prosper and the intelligent to be fulfilled.
It starts with education, the process of giving men and woman an asset that they can sell in the employment marketplace, an asset that does not go away, and can be sold and resold on a daily basis.
I profited enormously by being selected for an academic education, and from being groomed as a manager of men, as an intellectual capable of self-learning. But that door, the one that I came through, was eventually slammed shut by socialists, socialists who wanted the utopian equality of outcomes rather than the achievable equality of opportunity.
My paternal grandfather was a coalminer from Yorkshire (the other one, the Jewish one, was a Stoker in the Royal Navy). The miner was a convener of the ILP (Independent Labour Party); whereas the ‘Labour’ party was a country club for rich gentlemen who could not make it in the Liberal or Tory parties of the time, the ILP wanted to get real actual working men and women into Parliament. Arthur, my grandfather, believed in education, and he got his four sons and one of his two daughters through to ‘school certificate’ (high school graduation). My father’s education was interrupted by the War, but his younger brother went on to get a bachelor’s degree, unheard of at the time.
Socialism, with its roots in 19th-century romanticism, cannot admit to being wrong. Pragmatically, we all have different IQs and abilities, but within the socialist romance we are all born equal. Romance is a genre where outcomes follow predictable and desirable courses and the heroes and heroines all live happily ever after, but in politics, romanticism is dangerous, and the outcomes can be dire.
‘Equality’ is always a hard and elusive master. The romantics pictured a happy state led by an elite (themselves) of ‘virtuous’ administrators. A lovely comfortable picture — for cows and sheep!
Joseph, he of the ‘technicolor’ dreamcoat, was set apart by his father who recognized his potential. But his brothers just saw what they perceived as his, Joseph’s, arrogance. So they sold him into Egyptian slavery, they squandered their greatest family asset through petty jealousy.
But Joseph was blessed by Yahovah, and as such, he would have succeeded in any situation. His brothers would have prospered greatly if they had been a little less self-obsessed.
Imagine, if the brothers had revered Joseph instead of despising him, then Egypt would have come begging to them for food rather than their having to go to Egypt.
I lived in South Africa during the final years of Apartheid. It was an eye opener. Whilst apartheid stifled growth, it preserved identities and allowed cultural interaction at a level that was ‘defined’ by the idea that high walls made good neighbours; Africans were allowed to defecate in the gutter, whites were not. Apartheid has inbuilt elements of paternalism and socialism; as well as preserving cultural integrity, it gave a defined role to the Afrikaner (Boer = farmer).