Belmont Club

Year end thoughts

Lord Monckton describes being knocked out by a Danish cop in Copenhagen. But that really isn’t the centerpiece of his blogpost. It was when he woke up and realized it was to a world he presumed would never live in that the really interesting part of his narrative begins. All around him a carnival was in full swing amid which cops, like black beetles,  prowled. The imagery of it smote him. The “show” events sponsored by the EU and the UN; the casual brutality by the cops, the emphasis being on the ‘casual’, the whole pointless insanity of it shook him to the core. He wrote:

Europe is no longer a free society. It is, in effect, a tyranny ruled by the unelected Kommissars of the European Union. That is perhaps one reason why police forces throughout Europe, including that in the UK, have become far more brutal than was once acceptable in their treatment of the citizens they are sworn to serve.

It is exactly this species of tyranny that the UN would like to impose upon the entire planet, in the name of saving us from ourselves – or, as Ugo Chavez would put it, saving us from Western capitalist democracy.

A few weeks ago, at a major conference in New York, I spoke about this tendency towards tyranny with Dr. Vaclav Klaus, the distinguished economist and doughty fighter for freedom and democracy who is President of the Czech Republic.

While we still have one or two statesmen of his caliber, there is hope for Europe and the world. Unfortunately, he refused to come to Copenhagen, telling me that there was no point, now that the lunatics were firmly in control of the asylum.

Maybe this was Monckton feeling the effects of the lump on his head. But it may be a feeling that people are going to be increasingly familiar with. People have always believed that ‘they can’t do that; can’t foist this fraud on me; can’t take over 15% of the US economy just like that; can’t give my tax money to Hugo Chavez; can’t borrow money from China in my name and give to China.’ But if you realize one day that the answer to those questions is “Yes we can” — and there’s no point arguing, then you will have discovered the Day After Feeling.  Our grandfathers knew it. We thought to be spared. Monckton felt it briefly and had put the question to Vaclav Klaus:

However, I asked him whether the draft Copenhagen Treaty’s proposal for what amounted to a communistic world government reminded him of the Communism under which he and his country had suffered for so long.

He thought for a moment – as statesmen always do before answering an unusual question – and said, “Maybe it is not brutal. But in all other respects, what it proposes is far too close to Communism for comfort.”

Today, as I lay in the snow with a cut knee, a bruised back, a banged head, a ruined suit, and a written-off coat, I wondered whether the brutality of the New World Order was moving closer than President Klaus – or any of us – had realized.

Moncktons’ premonition is by no means yet a fact. Nor is it inevitable. But were we to grant its possibility then what would the future look like? Here is how dystopia might appear.

  • It would come upon the West relatively quickly with no sharp dividing line between the status quo ante and the Brave New World. People would simply wake up with the Day After Feeling at a increasing rate. At some point there would be a consensus that things were no longer the same as they were, but it would be accompanied by a feeling that resistance was futile. It would just happen and  95% of the population will tighten their belts, lower their eyes to the ground and trudge on. That’s what most do on the Day After.
  • The center of resistance to any global world order — assuming it came to pass — would probably be the relatively primitive Third World,  led in places by India and China. But it would not be a fight pitting freedom against tyranny. China would be uninterested in that, nor would the Islamic world care less. Rather, it will be a conflict like Eastasia against Eurasia; a fight over power. For individuals who wish nothing to do with states, some will choose to adapt themselves to the stews of Lahore or deal their way through corrupt Jakarta and Manila, or even raise their own gangs in Africa rather than live under the Lords of the Wheelie Bins. There will be a Rick’s Cafe again, possibly under a rickety bridge in Peru.
  • A “progressive” world order would soon demonstrate itself to be the most controlling, intolerant and brutal regime this generation will ever have experienced. Perhaps a few centenarian survivors from World War 2 will remember worse, but only they will have that comfort. Sooner or later the Progressives will try to tame the Third World through biological weaponry and genocide. They may succeed, but they will not last out the Solar System.
  • Eventually, the “progressives” will cut their own throats. They will be torn apart by their stupidity, arrogance and unbridled ambition. Anyone who survives long enough will live to tell a bitter, but action-packed tale of mankind’s latest tragedy, made all the more pathetic by the fact it was waged for incomprehensible and insane reasons.

But what of Oceania? Where does America fit in this dystopian speculative future?  It could become the Capital of this Brave New World or tear itself apart resisting absorption. Or it could reject Vaclav Klaus’s nightmare entirely. Who knows? For now however, we live in the present where the untorn pages of the calendar obscure the future. As the Christmas approaches, though the tree may not be as well stocked as it was last year, it’s important to count our real blessings: the gift of ourselves and our volition; the joy of family and the heritage of all that we take for granted. There may be magic still; and that last star on the tree might represent what shall be: not what Vaclav Klaus’s fears but what will happen if we nudge fate ever so little in our favor. Ronald Reagan once dreamed of another future, one that began in the past.

Well, as I say, whether story or legend, the signing of the document that day in Independence Hall was miracle enough. Fifty-six men, a little band so unique — we have never seen their like since — pledged their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor. Sixteen gave their lives, most gave their fortunes and all of them preserved their sacred honor. What manner of men were they? Certainly they were not an unwashed, revolutionary rebel, nor were then adventurers in a heroic mood. Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists, 11 were merchants and tradesmen, nine were farmers. They were men who would achieve security but valued freedom more.

And what price did they pay? John Hart was driven from the side of his desperately ill wife. After more than a year of living almost as an animal in the forest and in caves, he returned to find his wife had died and his children had vanished. He never saw them again, his property was destroyed and he died of a broken heart — but with no regret, only pride in the part he had played that day in Independence Hall. Carter Braxton of Virginia lost all his ships — they were sold to pay his debts. He died in rags. So it was with Ellery, Clymer, Hall, Walton, Gwinnett, Rutledge, Morris, Livingston, and Middleton. Nelson, learning that Cornwallis was using his home for a headquarters, personally begged Washington to fire on him and destroy his home–he died bankrupt. It has never been reported that any of these men ever expressed bitterness or renounced their action as not worth the price. Fifty-six rank-and-file, ordinary citizens had founded a nation that grew from sea to shining sea, five million farms, quiet villages, cities that never sleep — all done without an area re-development plan, urban renewal or a rural legal assistance program….

Standing on the tiny deck of the Arabella in 1630 off the Massachusetts coast, John Winthrop said, “We will be as a city upon a hill. The eyes of all people are upon us, so that if we deal falsely with our God in this work we have undertaken and so cause Him to withdraw His present help from us, we shall be made a story and a byword throughout the world.” Well, we have not dealt falsely with our God, even if He is temporarily suspended from the classroom. …

We are indeed, and we are today, the last best hope of man on earth.

Others have given us the Christmases past and present. But Christmases future are up to us. That’s true not only of America, but of every place, of everyone who lives in this crucial time. Whether you are in Africa, Asia, Europe or in America. We are the last best hope of man on earth.

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