The Cant of Thieves
Thanks to reader DW for this (rated 'adult' for a few f-bombs) link from The Smallest Minority, whose proprietor notes as follows:
My Boomershoot buddy emailed me a link to this one; Jaded Haven, The Cant of Thieves:
I do believe the remnant landscapes of true America, ones that still marginally graced my existence through a sixties childhood, are a thing of the past. The cant of thieves now dominates our times. Men and woman have forgotten their faces, the history of our people has been reduced to nothing, there is no pride in our forefather’s wisdom, sacrifice or common sense. We live like animals, succored on airwaves and tweets, disposable goods and the graft of elected vultures that we’ve elevated to iconic status. Historical ignorance has become a point of pride in the man on the street.
Our lives skim the surface, searching for depth in the fleeting adulation of our collection of goods, wives and bank balances. God lies in a Mercedes-Benz, a velvet Ivy league degree or a great set of tanned, plastic tits.
READ. IT. ALL. I am reminded of Alexander Solzhenitsyn:
In a state of psychological weakness, weapons become a burden for the capitulating side. To defend oneself, one must also be ready to die; there is little such readiness in a society raised in the cult of material well-being. Nothing is left, then, but concessions, attempts to gain time and betrayal.
Damn, but I love a well-crafted rant. Daphne hits one out of the park.
It's a fine introduction to a theme you'll see developed here this year:
What does the intelligent man or woman do when
- they are surrounded by thieves, murderers, and scum,
- there's no place left to run, and
- one's moral code forbids joining the autogenocidal horde?