Archive for 2012

HOW’S THAT HOPEY-CHANGEY STUFF WORKIN’ OUT FOR YA? (CONT’D): Predicting “The Withering Of The Affluent Society.”

Hmm. In Neal Stephenson’s Snow Crash, he talks about globalization smearing things out “into a broad global layer of what a Pakistani bricklayer would consider to be prosperity.” I don’t see that as our future, assuming technology and free markets are allowed to flourish. But should we have a further run of the past four years’ “bad luck,” well, then we just might see the withering of the affluent society. There’s no limit to how long a redistribution recession can last . . . .

“MY CUT-RATE RESURRECTION:” Gerard van der Leun writes: “When people find out I dropped dead on October 13 of 2011, they often ask me if I saw ‘the white light.’ They are disappointed when I tell them I did not. They’ve come to believe in the light, believe in it in a very literal way. They’ve heard it is seen and they’d like continuing confirmation of this sighting. My report always, as I said, disappoints.”

I’VE ALWAYS BEEN MORE OF A CLAUSTROPHILE THAN A CLAUSTROPHOBE: Conquering Claustrophobia.

JEFF JACOBY: A True Moral Giant And A Dogmatic Leftist Creep.

UPDATE: Read the whole thing, but here’s the key bit:

Imagine that Hobsbawm had fallen in love with Nazism as a youth and spent the rest of his career whitewashing Hitler’s atrocities. Suppose he’d refused for decades to let his Nazi Party membership lapse, and argued that the Holocaust would have been an acceptable price to pay for the realization of a true Thousand-Year Reich. It is inconceivable that he would have been hailed as a brilliant thinker or basked in acclaim; no self-respecting university would have hired him to teach; politicians and pundits would not have lined up to shower him with accolades during his life and tributes after his death.

Yet Hobsbawm was fawned over, lionized in the media, made a tenured professor at a prestigious university, invited to lecture around the world. He was heaped with glories, including the Order of the Companions of Honour — one of Britain’s highest civilian awards — and the lucrative Balzan Prize, worth 1 million Swiss francs. His death was given huge play in the British media — the BBC aired an hour-long tribute and the Guardian led its front page with the news — and political leaders waxed fulsome. Former Prime Minister Tony Blair called him “a giant … a tireless agitator for a better world.”

Such adoration is sickening. Unrepentant communists merit repugnance, not reverence. Compared with a true moral giant like Nguyen Chi Thien, Hobsbawm was nothing but a dogmatic leftist creep, and the toadies who worshiped him were worse.

They were, and they’re still around.