You can ignore reality, but it won’t ignore you. And Bill Whittle sees increasing signs that reality is bearing down on Progressive America with unrelenting fury. Join Bill and Zo Rachel to explore the impact.
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19 replies on “The Reckoning: Reality Bearing Down on Progressive America with Unrelenting Fury”
I enjoyed the whole episode, and especially the introduction. Happy Birthday, Zo!!
Happy birthday, Zo!
Happy birthday, Zo!
same thing can be said about cops getting even or to keep the bullying going. You may not like it but it is true. Cops are the Stockholm syndrome, we have been told for so long they are good, prove it
What adult life, Zo? These people never left High School.
Bill, I saw people roasting rats over burning tires in downtown LA (east of Hill St) 30yrs ago,
Well, it’s happening again, today, in LA. as the encampments get larger and more numerous. Coming with a resurgence of cholera and even black plague!
I kid you not, multiple reports of plague in the LA homeless ‘community’.
… And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
Nice. I don’t see a lot of people who know their Kipling. It’s good to run across such now and then. Wanna bet CRT doesn’t teach Rudyard Kipling or if it does it portrays him as a conquering white colonial villain?
Kipling, along with CS Lewis, is one of the sharpest observers of human nature to have been.
I think a lot of the ‘popular crowd’ feel like they haven’t really earned what they’ve achieved so they are absolutely sure no one else has either. And they really, really resent the people who obviously HAVE earned things through native talent and hard work, and are actually making real contributions to the world at large.
I came across this passage by D.A. Carson earlier this week that could as easily be applied secularly to Americans and our founding principles as it does to his intended Christian audience through its Biblical ones: “…many believers who have the courage to withstand direct assault do not have the sense to withstand deception. That is why in Revelation 13 the dragon has two beasts — one whose opposition is overt and cruel, and the other who is identified as the false prophet. That is also why in Acts 20 Paul warns the Ephesian elders not only of rapacious wolves that will try to ravage the flock of God, but also of the fact that from among their own number men will arise who will ‘distort the truth.’ Such people never announce what they are doing: ‘We are now going to distort the truth!’ The danger they represent lies in the fact that they are ‘safe,’ and then from this secure vantage they advocate ‘progressive’ positions that distort the Gospel . . . In our day, deception becomes all the easier to arrange because so many Christians are no longer greatly shaped by Scripture. It is difficult to unmask subtle error when it aligns with the culture, deploys spiritual God-talk, piously cites a passage or two, and ‘works.'” Substitute Americans for Christians and the Declaration of Independence and the Federalist Papers for the Gospel and Scripture, and here we are. [Excerpt, For the Love of God, Volume One, D. A. Carson, 1998.]
Happy Birthday, Zo🥳
Bill … I don’t know about your conclusions regarding the reliable stability of farmers. I grew up in Minnesota, a very decidedly Democrat State. The official name of the Democrat Party in Minnesota is the “DFL”, which stands for “Democrat-Farmer-Labor”. While the majority of the population in Minnesota is urban, like many other States, the vast majority of privately owned land is held by farmers.
Farmers are not so much “grounded in reality” as they are motivated by self interest. I had a conversation with a farmer during Jimmy Carter’s grain embargo of the Soviet Union during the Soviet-Afghan war. He was mad about the embargo because he felt it would drive down grain prices and didn’t give a whistle for what was good for the free world. A single anecdote isn’t proof but it’s a good example of the attitude held by farmers.
I’ve known a lot of farmers who will vote for whoever promises them greater prosperity regardless of reality or greater good. They will flop from Democrat to Republican like a boated fish trying to get back in the water. Others are hereditary Democrats and are just not going to vote Republican no matter what. Still others will vote Democrat because they mistakenly perceive it as an expression of how “nice” they are. Some will vote Democrat simply because they’re supporting the “home team” like matters of national and global importance were on a par with the local football team vs. the next town over.
Here’s the funny thing about what you said. City people usually don’t have much of a handle on what country people are really like and vice verse. I’ve lived in both. I grew up on a farm where everyone was a Democrat and everyone I knew was a Democrat — Who bemoaned Hubert Humphrey’s failed bid for the Presidency and thought Ronald Reagan was a senile old goat being manipulated by his handlers — And I’ve lived in Paris, London, Tel Aviv, Brisbane, Rome, Minneapolis, Los Angeles, Miami and Indianapolis and now I live in a rural area again because I like rural better and because I can — So I’ve seen both sides of the urban vs. rural situation up close and personal in extended experience.
I’m sorry but your generalizations do not reflect reality. There are at least the same proportion of boneheads sitting in tractors as there are sitting in cubicles. The boneheads in tractors will vote for Democrats if they think Democrats will deliver higher commodity prices and don’t care one bit about anything else. Usually they’re not even aware of or do not give credence to “anything else.” The boneheads in cubicles will vote for Democrats because “It’s what good people do. Look at what a wonderful person I am because I care.”. Different reasons, same results.
Bill talks about tech people losing touch with reality and going left. Some dont. Engineers have to be in touch with reality, or the dam breaks, the chemical plant explodes, the building collspses, the metal breaks, the power goes out, etc. I see a lot of engineers and programmers as members here, so there is that. He also talks about some being autistic. That may be true, at least for me. In high school I was picked on a lot, and even pushed down stairs twice. No accident. Felt 2 hands on my back pushing before I went down. Once only about 4-5 steps, and somehow on the other I landed in my feet down about 12 steps. Never understood why. Yes, I was smart, but at least one other guy was smart, but not picked on. But he was an athlete too. I have not been formally tested for autism, but have taken at least 2 online tests, and they said I was at least mildly autistic. That explains a lot. I have trouble with eye contact. I like my routines. A lot. And sometimes I just don’t get people. I have difficulty in most parties; they drain me. If prepared, in can interact with large groups, but.not if not prepared. But one of the odd things, I can often tell if someone is lying when other people cant. It seems I can see through charm. If anything, certain kind of charm automatically makes me suspicious. Can’t explain it, but it has served me well.
I’m with you on this. I don’t know if I’m on the spectrum or not but it’s definitely not impossible.
My experience in High School was equally bad, but not the same kind of bad. We moved a lot as my father got better and better jobs so I was the “new kid” on a regular basis. When I was pre-pubescent I got bullied a lot and I was a harmless, friendly kid. My coping mechanism was violence. I learned early on that bullies don’t prey on people that fight back so I fought back, hard. It took clear and unmistakable provocation because I hated bullies and didn’t want to be like them, plus the fact that due to my rearing being “the good guy” was important to me but — When certain circumstances were evident I’d go full medieval on someone in a heartbeat. People who do not understand the proper application of violence would probably see that as a fault but it’s not.
When I say “I fought back hard” I mean devastatingly hard. My goal was to put that bully, and every other bully, on notice that you don’t want to mess with the new kid. If I got my ass kicked in the process I only got it kicked once and that was going to happen either way. If I didn’t fight back I’d get it kicked a lot more. Thus I came to the conclusion that meekly accepting bullying was the greater evil.
I.E. — In High School at the end of the day I was going down the stairs when a Senior turned his class ring upside down and hit me on the top of the head as hard as he could. It nearly knocked me to my knees but I managed not to show the effects of the blow and kept heading towards the door. As we both exited the building I grabbed the guy who did that, who was smaller than me and thought what he did was so funny he was still laughing right up to when I grabbed him, turned him around and holding him by the collar and belt I ran his face down a brick wall.
Another time in the lunchroom a Senior named Kim told me to take his lunch tray back to dump it and put it on the dirty tray pile. Kim was a very popular “jock”, btw. He drove a “Judge” Trans Am too. It might not seem like much in text but the menace of what would happen to me if I didn’t do as I was told was crystal clear in the way he said it. He was bigger than me so I knew I had to get in the first lick and make it count. Those were the old stainless steel food trays and I picked his up like I was going to meekly do as ordered … Then bent the lunch tray across his face.
There was a bully named Charlie in my Junior High days that went through the rest of his life with a distinct bend in his previously straight and pretty nose because he though messing with the new kid would be a real giggle …
Etc.
I’m not saying these things to be some sort of internet tough guy, I’m giving examples of what High School was like for me. I remember those incidents, and all the others, like they happened yesterday. After I dealt with the bully I would quietly find a place where no one would see the adrenalin reaction reduce me to a quivering blob sometimes in tears. Usually in a bathroom stall where I hoped someone else would try to corner me as I worked through the reaction. No sense in wasting a perfectly good adrenalin jag … They never did.
This sort of thing had a lasting effect on me. When I joined the Marines at 17 I found I did best on assignments where the number of other people I was forced to count on was minimal. That’s a whole ‘nother story in itself and I’m not going to get into that here. Ever.
Later in life I found I had a knack for things related to IT and electronic gadgets. That was when I started to realize I might be “on the spectrum” somewhere. Working with machines, that don’t talk back, don’t get attitudes, don’t try to be macho and whose inability to ignore the laws of physics helped me realize that very likely my earlier life wasn’t quite “normal”.
So be it. At that point in my life your story and mine have a lot in common.
I found out along the way that I had to compensate for some of my “abnormal” ways by thinking hard about what would be the “right thing to do”. I.E. I’m not a compassionate person at all and lack what the average person would consider empathy. To offset this negative trend I was scrupulously fair and as reasonable as I could force myself to be with my kids. I couldn’t feel their distress so I made certain that I avoided distressing them as much as possible while still maintaining a high degree of discipline. They always “knew what time it was” with The Old Man and knew they could count on me for good or bad. They knew if I said something it wasn’t going to change whether it was a promise of something good or the pronouncement of the consequences of a poor choice. It was a challenge and I was quite successful at meeting it. The proof is in the pudding, my boys both grew up to be good husbands, good fathers and good men.
My point here is that while I’m not exactly like you I feel you’re right on the money that tech people are not necessarily geeks who are unable to interact correctly on a social level. Some are and I know both types. Which proves that you can accomplish the things you really want to no matter any predisposition to do otherwise. Which also means that those of us who fail in this regard simply never tried hard enough because it wasn’t important enough to them. The sad part is not that they have interpersonal issues, it is their lack of gratitude that they live in a world that protects them in spite of their lack.
All of this explains how I came to be a conservative. Conscientious conservatism is me thinking hard about the right thing to do.
We do sound a bit alike. As to my violence, I had no idea who pushed me down the stairs. At least not for sure and no one told me. So I could not fight back, and everything else was not physical. I probably would have been considered the agresser. I tried to ignore them. Once on a bus, a person kept opening my trumpet case to annoy me (yes, I was a band geek. They were at least friendlyto me) I held it closed, and he tried again… And ripped my thumbnail off. Next thing I remember he had a bloody nose and I was in the aisle with two people holding me back. Never got in real trouble for that, as he Was a known bully. I was never bothered on the bus again. But that was a different school. And I do have empathy. But i have been told it does not seem I do to most others. I guess I don’t give the right signals. My wife is certain I am a bit autistic. And by the way… Thank you for your service, Marine.Thank you from someone who almost enlisted (Navy or Air Force) , but skipped it when the Vietnam war ended. Talk about timing. At the start I was 4F (flat feet) and then got student deferment. Told I was no longer 4F ( changed flat feet to be able to be drafted) if I stopped being a student and would have been drafted. I almost signed up anyway. (Leaning to Navy)
I remember my son bemoaning my geekiness, “Mom, were you ever cool? Did you even go to football games?”
“Of course I did… I was in the band.”
🙂
Oh yes, band geeks are cool. Just ask one.😏