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The Cult of the Victim, Condemned

“Night is here again, baby,
Stretched out on my bed
Seeing all kinds of crazy notions
Running around through my head

One hand is on my pillow,
One hand on my head,
I see a million nightmares
Tearing around in my head;

I need a progressive woman;
I need an awfully liberal woman.
I need a social conscious woman
To ease my revolutionary mind.”

-Woody Guthrie, “My Revolutionary Mind”

“Crazy notions running around through my head”.

Of late I have had the occasion to become exposed in ancillary fashion to the dispossessed.

I’ve taken note of the things they talk about.  “Crazy notions”.

They amble and ramble about the bible, their own conviction, the condemnation of all those who do not share in their fallen state.

Some may be delirium from alcohol, others suffering from the madness that is drug abuse.

Of course, all-the-while, we have cultural elites in Californication advocating the microdosing of LSD to “expand their minds”.

From my perspective, this is just a trickling that is headed down the same murky stream as the imaginations gone wild of the average street person.

Crazy from the heat.

But there is an extrapolation to this as well.

Liberals actually believe this fallen state is somehow divine.

They worship at the altar of those who must rely on their policies to survive.

Of course there are those who wish to escape this madness, this hell.

But a state that pushes them there, keeps them there, and convinces them they want to stay there only compounds their misery.

It is a sad commentary, but it is a truism that the liberal would have us all there.

Living on the commune of the looney.

California is a prime example of this.

They mis-manage their water by forgoing the building of a dam, thinking that later they will simply petition the Federal Government to help them with something they screwed up.

Why should everyone have to pay for those who mis-manage?

Well the obvious answer is that we can not turn our backs on it any more than we can turn our backs on the street people.  There, but for the grace of God, right?

But those who perpetually get themselves in trouble are then written off to skid row.

It has always been this way, probably always will be.

But now we have STATES on skid row.

Barack Obama’s home state (ahem) of Illinois.  Skid row.

California. Jersey.  Kentucky, D.C. and Maryland. New York and New Mexico (Mercatus Center, George Mason University, 2017).

In Armour Square and Austin on the West Side of Chicago do you see the raging effects of skid row diplomacy on a grand scale.

And all-the-while the Democrats point fingers and blame capitalism and the Republican party.

It is a mentality they have created, and one of “this is caused by someone else, and somebody HAS to help me”.

Well, yes.  But only up to a point.

I’ve talked to people on skid row who say don’t help this one, or that one as they are perpetually in this system with no intentions of getting out.

And this sub-culture of a sub-culture is right.

The tiny minority who will escape this will do so by “seeing the light”.

By realizing their “victimization” is being driven by a political culture that needs them there.

Without the dis-possesed, the liberal can not live.

The are like the blood-sucking vampire who feeds only in the shadows, the crevices where the successful fear to tread.

So it is a cult that is driven by a reliance on escapism.

A euphemism for a nation-at-large that thrives on the such.

The Democratic National Convention

From Hollywood to HBO, video games to sexting and vexting on hand-held devices, it is a Nation of dependency.

Yet these pockets of those dropping off the grid is growing.

People are returning to old ways.  They are dropping the internet and turning back to their churches for hope.

And who can blame them?

Where is the hope on skid row?  You damn sure will not find it in the policy of the liberal.

Since FDR they have promised an end to poverty, and yet they have made nary a dent.

They are hollow men, with hollow words, and they have no real intention of helping the situation.

Like the junkie on the street needs his drug, the liberal politician needs the junkie for his policies of government reliance.

They mandate such idiocy as solar panels on every house and factory in California, yet they scream to the rest of the nation to bail them out when their policies fail.

The junkie on the street steals to support his habit; the liberal steals from everyone else through a constant requirement for bail out.

The parallels are stark, but very real.

So what is the answer?

There is no easy one for the poverty, but my home state of Tennessee ranks among the nation’s top financial performers.

We are extremely conservative.

Our poor and down trodden, we go to the streets for.

We minister to them through our churches.

We feed them.

Clothe them.  Even house them.

The homeless actually travel from other states to come here to our system.

And why?

It is not a system based on a state that forces compliance, but rather, a state that encourages us all to look at the problem as though it is one that affects us all.

We all live in this, and we all deal with this.

Are we likely to make it go away?  Very doubtful.

Those who relegate themselves to the pyres of destitution will find an almost insurmountable set of obstacles that might lead to their escape.

But through the kindness of a prosperous state, they stand a chance.  And there are those willing to help them escape that bleak strata that is the dirt of the street.

And some will escape.

Some will climb out.

Horatio Alger is alive and well.

Lil’ Orphan Annie, and the dreams this tale elicit – alive and well.

Hope is eternal and charity – real charity – is a possibility; but not a likelihood in a state that perpetually feeds this dragon of dependency and doom.

It is time to get tough.  Feed them, but make damned certain they understand that we will not tolerate their cycle of dependency – be it for the junkie on the street, or the Nation-State like California constantly getting itself in trouble and then seeking a handout from the rest of us.

Time to pony up, liberal.

Time to face the harsh reality of responsibility.



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