What’s this? Why, it’s one of those emails from Human Events, the weekly conservative magazine founded in 1944 by the not at all pro-German textile heir Henry Regnery, whose father didn’t team up with Hitler-admiring Social Darwinists, such as the salt company scion Sterling Morton and Sears chairman Robert E. Wood, in bankrolling the America First Committee,1 and who was later by no means a leading champion of the Nuremburg defendants or anything like that.
Washington Post confirms Grandma faces Euthanasia under Obamacare
Oh good grief.
Because no, stop me if you’ve heard this one before, but here we are in the future, all of a sudden. Indeed, of all the futures encountered to date, the 21st Century is by far the most advanced and au courant, with the supersonic VTOL airliners booming us from New York to Los Angeles and back in three hours, with today’s hydrofoils, monotremes, and triremes among other boat and rail innovations — these our monorails, those our four-boomed quatremarans — with eyes glued to our holographic TVs and fingers glued to the more than two dozen channels at our fingertips. The diatomic power from splitting two atoms, the ballast-boomed undersea submaran running on subatomic power. Atomic numbers to blow up enemy numbers. There are the personal CB radios the size and approximate shape of tiny folding telephones, some furnished with miniature typewriter keyboards. David Sedaris — practically the Irvin S. Cobb of the Trefoil Age. Manalapan, NJ, once merely a man, land, and a map, now corporate home of Amana, Pan Am, and Pam, and site of planned canals.1 Remolished and newly molished architecture reverses the age-old scars of demolition, e.g. of derbies. The Baby Eisenstein products and the rise of infant cinema.
Another example? There’s the Gullah Dictionary that everybody thought was a trick, everybody being all, “Gullah dictionary, right. Now let me guess here, they took the word ‘Gullah’ out of it. Heh-heh, bull. Gullah-bull, yes. Hey, I took my dick out while playing Pictionary too, and now there’s a photo of it on the Southern occult porn site, Blow the Mason Dicks Online — why don’t you go look? The title is ‘In Dicks’ Elan, I’ll Take My Stand, to Levon’s Dying Dick, See?’ meaning Levon Helm. It’s rated four out of four bells and four out of four singing people although someone seems to be driving it down — why don’t you go look?”
Except then we were like, “Uh, no really, they did.”
Good times; the future. Because no, what I’m saying is: Despite our technical progress, and contrary to what postwar moralists had imagined for us, on our higher temporal perch relative to theirs vis-a-vis the World Wars, and with our presumed greater mastery of the social sciences that, they believed, would guard civilization against another Hitler — despite this, one notices when looking around the American precincts of this future, first off, that being literally Hitlery, behaving and operating within society in the manner of a Hitler, seems not to draw any great disapproval from people — specifically their Bestimmtentyrannensablehnung, or the reflexive disapproval of a people toward a leader harmful to the Volksgemeinschaft. This is an imaginary mile-deep pit, studded with precious gems and metals, and mined by poets and statesmen and the trolls of legend, which symbolizes the socio-intellectual life of a nation.
Or so it might if I weren’t just making that up, exploiting a crude homonymy between Gemeinschaft and ‘mine shaft.’ And so ‘Bestimmtentyrannensablehnung‘ might if it weren’t assembled to order like a $5 footlong. Also, the imaginary word, ‘Volksgemeinsturzende,’ or what happens when people are trapped in the collapse of a nation’s soul. In all of this, I’m leading into some notes on flagrancy, specifically the flagrancy of such a globed and blood-sweating tick as Rush Limbaugh (for instance), and the effect it creates upon life in America to have such people succeed materially and socially despite the reek of evil, strictly defined as well as relatively, that clings to everything they do — a ‘moral hazard’ somehow undiscovered by the free market cultists, so vigilant against the shattering of self-respect caused by easy access to medical care. It is the fact that these Limbaughs can have such wealth and status while radiating, in a word, Hitler.
And not just Hitler the character, the celebrity villain, but the Hitler that was a fulcrum of popular anger, followed not in spite of his crude manipulations of the crowds he attracted, but in a way because of it — followed, as it were, in spite.
[Abruptly zipped out of the typewriter carriage and posted, continuing later incl. above-indicated footnotes.]
