Saturday, January 24, 2015
"If you can't fix it with a hammer, it ain't worth fixin'..."
To which, wearily, I replied:
"Two different Problems: the Problem of Islam, and the Problem of the West’s myopia. Ironically, and oddly, the Counter-Jihad Softies insist on taking the oppositely wrong tools to each—to the latter, a hammer (“those damned Leftist Elites!”); to the former, a sophisticated array of fine-tuned calibrated screwdrivers supposedly predicated upon a complex taxonomy of Muslims, as though Mohammedan Taqiyya + the dangers their dangerous ones pose don’t render any taxonomies recklessly, dangerously useless (unless deployed with ruthlessly Realislamik skill which, needless to say, would be dubiously entrusted to the Counter-Jihad Softies)."
On the other side of this Civil War that may—or may not—(despite what the Mad Max Wing of the Counter-Jihad insists) happen, would be those Westerners who are anti-Islam, likely accompanied by a rag-tag motley number of “Real Problemers” (conspiracy theory loons who think that Islam is not the “real problem” but rather our “real enemy” is a dastardly cabal of “Elites” who may or may not include Jews, Illuminati, Masons—we know the drill).
Even if this colossal catastrophe did devolve, there is the other problem—that the side against Islam would be minuscule in numbers in comparison with the Mainstream forces arrayed against them, and would not have the resources of armies, national guards, police forces, and intelligence services (other than the few among those institutions who would be part of the minority Counter-Jihad). And this is not even factoring in that a certain number among those in the Counter-Jihad may well not want to join such a disastrous adventure.
My problem with this somewhat feverish, hyperventilated scenario is the profound lack, and loss, of trust in the greatness of the West it implies, and the strange alienation from the West that seems to underlie it. For one thing, if the West is that rotten, why fight to save it? (Hence, the “Mad Max Paradox”—a tiny Saved Remnant will fight the mainstream forces, then hunker down during the ensuing apocalyptic chaos (meanwhile fending off mutant midgets and one-eyed bald guys roaming around with howitzer cannons shotgunning their gutted out convertibles), and hopefully the few male Islamophobes (and Conspiracy Nuts) among them will find hot babes in the Wasteland to repopulate a civilization.(Maple syrup spigot of SARC off with a wintry and vehement squeak.)