What Is Their Goal?
Each time I learn of a new instance of idiocy by the “progressive left”, I am reminded of a line from a poem by Rudyard Kipling:
“If you can keep your head, while all about you
are losing theirs and blaming it on you”
The poems ends: “And – which is more – you’ll be a man, my son.”
Each new day brings us more idiocy and depravity, it seems, from the people who pride themselves on bringing chaos to our world. They seek to loose us from our moorings for some unspecified future of a Utopian Nirvana, or so they claim.
Why, a sane and sensible person might ask, would they seek to tear apart our social fabric, deprive us of our traditions, our culture, and everything we hold dear, or sacred, in our lives? The answer? They wish to erase the past, in order to create the future they envision. Their future, if it is given a color description, would be gray. There would be no extremes of color; no bright colors, nor any black, merely gray. Gray is a color of dullness, which is what their future portends. All men and women, (if they will still allow a distinction of the sexes), will think the same. Their will be no disagreements, of course, for we will be united in one goal. Which is? To live our lives in service of the One State, never questioning, always obedient.
They preach diversity, but practice sameness.
There will be no joy in their Utopia, only a boring sameness. You will not be allowed to fail, but neither will you be allowed to succeed. Only the Chosen Few, who will guide us in this Utopian Nirvana, will live in any type of luxury, for the burdens of leadership will require some recompense, of course, while the rest of us live in simple, tiny spaces, all much the same. “Little houses made of ticky-tacky”.
They believe in the “equality of outcome”, not the “equality of opportunity”, so everything will slide down to the lowest common denominator. There will be no “losers”, therefore there will be no “winners”. We learn from our mistakes, hence there will be no mistakes, nor any learning.
A dullness of mind and body will descend upon this Utopian Nirvana. Still, it will be determined to be better than having pain and suffering; though joy and beauty often come from moments of pain and suffering.
And what of the children? Will they ever see joy? Or are they fated to merely endure the dullness of Utopia?
All about me, they are losing their minds and blaming it on me. Still, I stand firm for a life of freedom, beauty, success or failure (which ever I encounter), and the ability to suffer and still see beauty and richness. I wish for no Utopia.