I wouldn’t think of vying with Neocomrade M. Patterson’s dreams of gory, which are on a scale best left to him and Cecil B. DeMille. And possibly Father Zeus, if He is having an especially good day.
Thinking comparatively small, however, about no more than our own _Heimatland Gottes_ in isolation, I find that the observations of Pajamatarian #36 fit in nicely with a scheme that I hatched only this morning after hearing from Neocomrade Baron Mikey
http://www.washingtonexaminer.com/politics/GOP-should-run-against-the-power-of-the-center-46497487.html
that “The 1946 Republicans didn’t move to the center. They ran against the power of the center, and permanently redefined where the center of the political spectrum was. That’s a path today’s Republicans might want to consider.”
His lordlin’ship was playin’ word games with ‘center’, you see: “I think Republicans today should be less interested in moving toward the center and more interested in running against the center. Here I mean a different ‘center,’ not a midpoint on an opinion spectrum, but rather the centralized government institutions being created and strengthened every day.” And so on.
The present keyboard decided it could play too, and wondered why not take ‘center’ geographically and run with it?, which led on to
“Let his lordlin’ship and his Party and his Ideology take the Center — _i.e._, every state with no access to salt water secede or re-secede — resignin’ the coasts to us miserable minions of General Jackson! Presumably a few peripheral adjustments could be arranged: civilisation can do without Texas, and I doubt the Goths and Vandals and Baronistas would have much use for, say, Vermont. His lordlin’ship and the _Examiner_ can relocate to Kansas City, which at that point will *definitely* have gone as far as it can go. The new CSA, Central States of America, will of course be a monarchy, or more exactly, a CEO-ship, with no silly nonsense about lettin’ those Great Beast folks that Gen. Hamilton used to worry about [*] interfere in the politics of our betters.
“Mikey B. himself could become _Empereur_ or _Premier Consul_ or _Titulaire-en-chef_ or whatever the top plum job in the CSA Anti-executive Branch is called, and then . . . .
“Happy days.
–McBeastly”
Now the beauty of this coincidence is not merely that Pajamatarian #36 should happen to be a Jefferson Davis groupie already (for these are a dime a dozen at Wingnut City and Rio Limbaugh nowadays) but has to do rather with his “mines wherever we know there are minerals to be obtained and especially the good coal” Fortunately for everybody these mines are located pretty much where Baron Mikey and the Kansas City neorégime will be wantin’ them to be — well back from the sea. The Clown States will be needin’ uranium mines as well, I believe, for “the construction of nuclear plants to provide cheap energy” and these mines, too, are in Nevada or Cheynihoma or thereabouts (aren’t they?) — another splendid bull’s-eye for Lady Luck!
Similarly with “forest harvest and replanting,” though we peripheral losers would do *too* badly in that department. Considering that an _Anschluss_ with Canada and/or the Old Euros might well follow for us grown-ups, Finland and Québec could take care of us timberwise, even if we were to spot the kiddies New Hampshire for oldtime’s sake. So that’s all right.
“Erring sisters, depart in peace!” [**]
Happy days.
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[*] Footnotes do not seem very appropriate attire for Outer Pajamastán. Suffice it to say that there exist ‘conservative’ ‘intellectuals’ who think it worth their time to insist that the palaeocomrade general never emitted the “great beast” sound bite. And God knows best!
[**] http://www.ufppc.org/content/view/7021/36/ (( _Cf._ the bit about Big Management Party palaeocomrade H. Greeley, down in about line 17. ))
