Turns out there is a ‘permanent fusion party’ in the United States: Jew-haters.
Last evening (and, from a quick look, it’s starting up again this morning as these reptiles slither out and begin warming up), I got unexpectedly crosswise with some dime-store, mom’s basement conspiracy-caster when I made one of my customary statements of support for the State of Israel whilst ol’ moron was ranting at a distinguished Israeli journalist. (It was and is Haviv Rettig Gur, whom God bless and sustain). The bargain-basement Bormann, professing to speak for All of ’Murrica, told him to shut up and never darken our shores or public discourse again, and All That.
I demurred; and noted in passing that I spoke for Americans just as much, if not more than, did some unknown mudsill with a microphone; and shortly after remarked the irony that Americans have never been shy in speaking of other nations and their policies and governments. Evidently the repulsive resented that; and the trailer parks of the internet soon erupted.
Yesterday, the Feast of Patrick and the Eve of Cyprian of Jerusalem, and during the deciding game of the World Baseball Classic to boot, was apparently a national holiday for lunatics; and they rallied in their mobs.
It’d be funny, in a bleak fashion, if it weren’t so damned exhausting. It’s not like kicking a hornet’s nest: it’s more discovering an infestation of black mold or a nest of cockroaches; or stumbling across the coffee-klatsch of a coven of HOA Karens; or being confronted with lunatics escaped from the madhouse (or a bunch of June-1914-vintage Serbs, as if there were a difference). The bots have failed to study for their Turing Test, but they are absurdly numerous. The gibbering halfwits … well, Jew-haters are not actually either insane or malignant or too stupid to get the whisky in the right hole: they’re all three at once. The first wave included a literal, admitted JFK conspiracist; an actual, and proud, Flat-Earther; a woman who claims to be seventy years in age and an Old Hippie (darlin’, we’re both Generation Jones: that party was mercifully over before you were out of school and old enough to vote)…
From before I had dinner, did some reading, said Evensong, and turned in, last night, to this morning whilst I was saying Mattins, I’ve been called a Jew (an honor I must regretfully decline); in equally scornful tones, a ‘good goy’; an agent of a foreign power and a ‘faggot’ (I must reject both labels); a race-traitor (no doubt it sounded better—to the poster—in the original German); a literal traitor (treason is the only crime explicitly defined within the Constitution itself, and nothing I have ever done comes anywhere near that definition: I suppose the mentally unstable can’t help but project) and a man bearing allegiance to a country other than the United States (the last time my family did that ended in 1865, though we were in the allegiance of other nations from 1608 to 1776—the British colonial period—and from 1840 to 1845—the Republic of Texas, of course); and some truly baffling things as lagniappe (apparently ‘Angloid’ is not a subliterate fool’s attempt at spelling ‘Anglican’). This is all the funnier when one recognizes that the un-American Left in this country is astroturfed by paymasters in Beijing; and the un-American Right, astroturfed by the Kremlin.
And then there were the seeming-reasonable: ‘you’re in a minority on this’ (and? Besides, I doubt it: the obsessively online make a lousy crosstab in a poll: and what of it if I am? As Captain Bill McDonald, Texas Rangers, said, ‘No man in the wrong can stand up against a fellow that’s in the right and keeps on a-comin’…’); from a purported Francophone account ostensibly overseas, ‘is your country a democracy?’ (it isn’t meant to be, though it’s decaying towards one: the Founders created a Republic with representative, indirect, democratic elections, and these people—to use the term loosely—are precisely why); and so, unendingly, on.
It is the unendingness which is the trouble.
I have trained in and followed two of the four professions: that of Arms and that of the Law. Obviously, my instinctive reaction to this sort of thing is to meet attack with counterattack—if only rhetorically and metaphorically: it’d be illegal, immoral, and right likely fattening, were I simply to get the location coordinates of the more-or-less humans behind these comments and get my old mortar section together…—and to let no falsehood pass unchallenged lest silence imply concession or assent, and judgment go by default. But playing whack-a-mole with morons and bots is a waste of time and (rhetorical and metaphoric) ammo.
They count on that, with the blind, instinctive purpose of a plague of locusts or of a viral pandemic.
One simply cannot argue with people (or a reasonable facsimile thereof) unless both sides are arguing in good faith and with reason and logic; and these are not in them. One of them accuses you of being a subversive immigrant with dual loyalties who ought to be deported to Somalia (my cardiologist might recommend six months there as being cheaper than Jardiance or Ozempic, actually: let’s not tell him of the suggestion); you reply that your people have been here since the Second Supply landed at Jamestown, and another of this needy, seedy crew, takes exception to that; and so it keeps spinning.
It is impossible to try reason and argument with those incapable of both (members of Congress, for example, or the parties in a divorce action) or with those impervious to argument and reason because uncaring of anything save getting their own way (for example, Dachshunds). And it wastes time: which is what their ultimate paymasters intend.
The cost of refuting one fool and liar is negligible. The opportunity cost of wasting hours on tearing apart a mobilized mob of the miserable creatures is too high. I have books to finish, arguments to make amongst the reasonable, follies to skewer and mistakes to analyze. In the longer term, that shall accomplish a right smart more good than trying sweet reason on imbeciles, irreconcilables, and the insane.
These people, like a pack of rabid Chihuahuas, are dangerous en masse. But confronting every damned fool on the planet, to the exclusion of tearing down the structure of folly whence they crawl, is a tactical, operational, and strategic mistake. The thing to do is to strike at the center, not the outposts and the nests of half-witted and incompetent mujahideen.
The one good thing—for certain values of ‘good’—about Jew-haters and the other spittle-flecked lunatics Left and Right is that, though dangerous, they couldn’t organize an orgy in a whorehouse.
Which is odd, as they were most of them conceived in one.
Much as it rankles, sometimes the thing to do is to let them alone and push on to the primary objective.
And so I must and shall do.
Slava Ukraini! Heroyam slava! Am Yisrael Chai! Javid Shah! May God prosper the Republic of China and the Republic of Korea, and the government-in-waiting of Persia, and cast down the PRC, the DPRK, the Putin regime, and the Iranian theocracy. May Belarus, Georgia, Hungary, and Cuba be freed. May all tyrannies fail and fall. May God mightily defend and save the King and the Commonwealth realms and territories; the Commonwealth nations and the NATO and ASEAN member states; and all free nations, liberating the unfree; and may He grant them complete and irreversible victory beyond all human calculation against all enemies foreign and domestic.
God prosper the cause of Liberty. God bless Texas and the Commonwealth of Virginia. And may Almighty God defend and protect the United States of America and the Constitution.
Here endeth the Lesson.
Markham Shaw Pyle, author & historian 