A notebook of thoughts, reviews, quotations and musings. This is an attempt to find the knowledge, solace and beauty of truth and art while living in a usually hostile world.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Today I don't recognize the world rising up around us. There are still pieces of our old civilization scattered about, a residual memory of ethical behaviour and of sane and rational thought, but these pieces have been torn from the body, and are rotting fast. The American Left, unknown to most of its citizens, and executed with all the haste and desperate earnestness of a moonless sex crime, is passing its so-called "Pedophile Protection Act," which would classify as hate crimes anything negative or demonizing said about pedophiles. They want to make it illegal to protect and defend our children from monsters. This - this program of sanctioned suicide - will not end until the only crime left is the idea of crime itself. And then we will have destroyed ourselves utterly. I'm not a soldier. I don't know how to fight in a world like this, a world that wants to treat child molesters as citizens afforded special protection and Christians as hate-mongers - I don't know how to fight. But I don't know how to live in this world, either. A choking sadness has caught in my throat and my eyes are itching. But I find that in the face of such evil my sorrow turns vicious and I long to hold a whip in my hand.
... an often cynical but not yet pessimistic English graduate student and wannabe novelist interested in many things, both serious and silly. Religion, politics, literature, philosophy, movies, television and even games--I think about them all.
The Shoulders of Giants
"What can we do more than govern ourselves by the temporary lights lent us?" - Clarissa
"Now, don't you see, my son: Only this wall keeps you from Beatrice." - Purgatorio XXVIII.35-6.