My gut reaction to this morning’s news was “The world has moved on.”

Our good host Wretchard the Cat has again put the question into chillingly apt context.

The Ur-Question is: How do we and our way of life survive the progressive onslaught personified by Obama?

Our late friend Fred nearly despaired. (I really want to think that he would be encouraged by the Tea Party phenomenon.) Habu and others are enamored of the “Red Dawn” romance. I have long argued, pace Wretchard’s battle by inches thesis, that we must “get in the face” of our opponents, school board meeting by school board meeting.

But this …

The greedy progressives are so quickly squandering their moral arguments that they will soon be completely bankrupt. (In my part of the world, we would say that they are eating the seed corn.) The Nobel Peace Prize used to actually mean something.

Wretchard has long challenged us to think hard about the dialectic of defeating progressivism while fighting islamism. Who will we be at the denouement?

We are Stephen King’s Roland.