The Progressive Medusa

The hard Left believes its mission is so critical, so morally
superior, that all means can be justified to achieve its noble ends. And
so almost every institution that the Left has in its line of vision is
now petrifying.
There was once a tradition of Democratic liberalism. But that
wing of the Democratic Party no longer exists and died sometime in the
1990s. Old-style liberalism has been absorbed by Progressivism at best
and unapologetic socialism at worst—in a journey on the supposedly
predetermined arc of history that bends toward 1984.
The new-old leftist aim is not to
operate within either the existing parameters of the Constitution as
written or the customs and traditions of America—a 150-year-long
nine-justice Supreme Court, the Electoral College, a 50-state nation, a
Senate filibuster, two senators per state, and a secure border. All are
obstructions to the drive for power.
Given its redistributionist creed,
socialism cannot afford to be patent and honest. If socialism were
transparent, it never would gain majority support. Joe Biden cannot talk
about the Electoral College or court packing, unequivocally condemn the
violence in our urban centers, discuss the Green New Deal, name his
likely Supreme Court appointments, be honest about his plans for
fracking, or explain his views on the borders, because he is now owned
lock, stock and barrel by the hard Left whose agendas were rejected even
in his own Democratic primaries.
The Left seeks to transform America
into something never envisioned by the founders, a huge
all-encompassing, panopticon state, one run by anointed Platonic
guardians. Our elite watchmen will use their unlimited power to force
upon us an equality of result society—with themselves properly exempted.
The hard Left’s defense is that its
mission is so critical, so morally superior, that all means can be
justified to achieve its noble ends. And so almost every institution
that the Left has in its line of vision is now petrifying.
Urban Utopia?
Large swaths of the downtowns of
America’s large cities—New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, San Francisco,
Minneapolis, Seattle, Portland—are becoming unhygienic, unsafe, and
uninhabitable. Substantial corridors swarm with the homeless. Crime is
increasing but commensurately redefined as a sort of cry of the heart,
no-bail social activism. The cities are broke and yet demand more
bailouts to spend more money that will ensure things get worse.
The summertime scenes of looting,
arson, rioting, and random violence are contextualized away by both
mayors and governors. They see the anarchy and chaos as a
“chickens-coming-home to-roost” useful tool in this election year.
We do not know fully yet the lasting
effects upon city living from the virus, the quarantine, Zoom and Skype
telecommuting, and urban violence. Certainly, millions are questioning
the wisdom of living in high-rises, predicating their existence on
constant elevator use, and riding on crowded mass transit in this age of
globalized viruses. Add in filth, crime, high taxes for terrible
services, and the chance to work at home—and home can become far, far
away.
Thousands of urbanites also know
their taxes will only rise in relation to declining public services—and
they will be collectively demonized for having the “privilege” to pay
the escalating taxes from their own “you didn’t build that” careers and
businesses. Stepping over human excrement, accepting that if mugged the
assailant will either rarely be caught or if so, released shortly
without bail, and resigned that “brick and mortar property” is not
properly one’s own are all no way to go through life.
Since the 1960s, the hard Left has
demanded to run America’s cities. They have had their way for decades.
And the fruition is what we see now in Portland and Seattle, or on a
weekend night in Chicago. In other words, they made a desert and called
it social justice.
Professor LeBron
Sports was once a place to escape
work, politics, and family tensions—a unifying experience where grudges,
feuds, and vendettas disappeared for a few hours. Not now. Franchises
became self-acclaimed woke ministries, in which poorly educated
athletes—almost exclusively multimillionaires and without much knowledge
or appreciation of where their seemingly limitless salaries derive—have
become preachers. And they are poor preachers at that.
The more a LeBron James remonstrates
with America, the more NFL athletes refuse to honor the national anthem,
the more all professional sports display glitzy politicalized logos, so
all the more fans who pay their salaries tune out.
The problem is not just that half the
country is at odds with the politics of professional sports, but also
that it watches them to see athletic excellence and root for favored
teams—not to hear adolescent rants about their own moral shortcomings
from supposedly victimized elites, some of whom have less than sterling
characters.
Worse still, the monotonous
anti-American fantasies of half-educated players are cynically
predicated on their own careerist realities—and more than just
constructed to appeal to woke 20-something consumers with cash for
sneakers and downloads.
China, for all practical purposes,
now owns not just the NBA name but the players as well. We know that
because for all the loud social commentators in the league who weigh in ad nauseam
about American pathologies, none would dare mention Chinese racism, the
systematic and ongoing attack on the Uighurs, the absorption of Tibet,
or the strangulation of democracy in Hong Kong.
The NBA is increasingly writing off
America, mostly because it dreams of replacing trickling domestic
revenue streams with an envisioned torrent of 1.4 billion Chinese
consumers. Professional rich athletes wanted to be even more relevant. So they tried, ruined their brand, and are becoming as irrelevant at home as they are fawning embarrassments abroad.
Reeducationing
College has long ceased being a
sheltered place to acquire the inductive method of thinking and
disinterested empiricism, along with mastering a body of general, shared
knowledge to equip the student to be aware of his past and present
world. Instead, higher education seeks to teach millions of American
youth how to think “correctly.”
In 21st-century America,
“correctness” centers around memorizing unquestioned near-religious
commandments—identity and racial politics, redistributionist government,
affirmative action, abortion on demand, anti-Westernism, climate
change, transgenderism, open borders, police defunding, iconoclasm, and
agnosticism or atheism. All that cannot be queried without being
socially ostracized, professionally hounded, or sometimes even
physically threatened.
The Left sought to make the
university woke and loud. It succeeded beyond its wildest dreams and so
ensured that it is now increasingly mocked and bypassed, its graduates
both abjectly ignorant while zealously arrogant. Life on campus was
supposed to be an unforgettable, irreplaceable educational experience—a
Socratic odyssey of free thought, unconventional ideas, and constant
reexamination.
But it is not, and outside of the
sciences and professions, undergraduate liberal education has turned
instead into a sort of summer camp bore for prolonged adolescence, a
chorus of nodding and chants. The virus and lockdown reminded America
that going into hock for a collective $1.4 trillion in student debt
while offering the nation millions of unskilled and poorly educated
activists could be bypassed with online replacements at ten cents on the
dollar. If universities do not have real core education, unleash
ranting ideologues on their classes, and the campus experience is dreary
indoctrination, what, then, is exactly lost by distance learning?
Democracy Dies in Wokeness
The new globalized media promised us
real-time coverage of breaking news from around the world, spiced with
televised graphics and supposedly learned insight—all part of their
mission to keep a democratic populace informed and thus capable of
self-governance.
But while always liberal, the media
at least once knew that half the population turned on the news or read
the papers not to be swayed, lectured, or insulted, but simply to get
facts, occasional opinion editorials from both Left and Right, and
enough information to draw their own conclusions.
Yet journalists always dreamed of
becoming more than just reporters, in the sense of evolving into
activist movers and shakers of politics, culture, and society. And now
they, too, have gotten their wish as pop ideology replaced meritocracy.
The most boringly woke journalist is
deemed the most successful, and the result is that Americans are going
elsewhere for their daily information. Just as no one turns on a
basketball game to hear the crackpot morality of Steve Kerr, so too few
wish to learn from Brian Williams, Don Lemon, or the editorial staff of
the New York Times
that Americans are moral pygmies. The hard Left finally got its
monopoly over the media, and predictably has destroyed its profession to
save it.
Gone With the Wind
Hollywood was always left wing, but
usually sufficiently subtle to insert that message within good drama,
top-flight scripts, and brilliant acting.
Not now. “Casablanca,” “The Best
Years of Our Lives,” “High Noon,” “On the Waterfront,” “Ben Hur,”
“Hombre” and “The Wild Bunch” were all dramatically engaging films with
lessons about fascism, imperial autocracy, appeasement, American
callousness and corruption—morality embedded within, not superimposed
upon, plot, action, dialogue, and characterization.
Like the indentured NBA, for all
practical purposes China and its huge market now own Hollywood. We can
see this both in the way that they are tailoring films for the Chinese
market and delighting in their anti-American propaganda. Political
correctness, the insular world from the Hollywood Hills to Malibu, and
the appeasement of China explain why films cannot be critical of, or
even neutral about, Chinese Communism, why light-skinned American actors
are sometimes favored over their dark-skinned counterparts, and why
Hollywood now focuses on comic-book action heroes, poor remakes of past
classics, and psychodramas rather than tragedies.
The now-gray lions of the 1960s got
their wish and took over Hollywood, and they did to it what they had
done earlier to the campuses.
Seven Days in May
Our retired military once stayed out
of politics. The few who weighed in to attack a sitting president
usually were vilified by the press, and written off as right-wing
nuts—whether it was Douglas MacArthur, Curtis LeMay, or Edwin Walker.
Hollywood films like “Dr. Strangelove” and “Seven Days in May” purported
to remind Americans that their liberty was always only a military coup
or stand-down away.
At the height of the McCarthy period,
in paranoia about coups over “Who Lost China?” and “Why not bomb
Manchuria?” liberals pushed through the Uniform Code of Military Justice,
in which even retired high-ranking officers were forbidden to use
language disparaging their commander-in-chief. How the worm turns.
The Left once demonized retired
four-star admirals and generals as warmongers, revolving-door grifters
who became insider lobbyists, and corporate board cronies courted for
their contacts with active Pentagon procurement officers rather than any
demonstrable business acumen. A Pentagon billet was once seen as a sort
of dead-end assignment among the swamp of Washington.
Not now. The Left discovered that,
unlike clumsy government, the military could streamline social change by
fiat. And so it did, once they got control of it. Lethal Islamic
terrorism at home was reduced to “workplace violence.” Women in
front-line combat units were fast-tracked. Man-made and thus correctable
global warming became a military gospel. The transgendered posed no
problems in combat efficacy. Promotion and evaluation had to encompass
far more than combat readiness, strategic and tactical insight, and
natural leadership but instead reflect diversity and proportional
representation due to disparate impact.
No wonder then that by 2020 former
top brass were appearing on television to brand the commander in chief a
Russian “asset,” a veritable traitor based on the fables of the Steele
dossier, the yarns of a likely Russian spy ensconced in the Brookings Institution, and the demonstrable rogue operations of the FBI.
The president was not just unfit, but
according to those who recently ran the U.S. military, was a fascist
“Mussolini” who emulated “Nazi”-like tactics to divide the country, and
who built cages on the border in the fashion of the death camps of the
Holocaust—and thus should be removed “sooner the better.”
Joe Biden was so enthralled at the
military resistance to the president that he boasted he would win, Trump
would resist leaving, and his newfound retired four-stars would help remove him from the White House.
At last, political activism finally
“woke” the military. And the result is that the reputation of its once
hallowed retired class is in shambles. If the Left convinced the
military that sex and race could adjudicate promotion, then why not
further recalibrate the military as the guardians of progressive
democracy, ready to step in and remove any president deemed a right-wing
nut in a just and noble “resistance”?
Indeed “coup porn” is now the media’s
new obsession, endlessly dreaming how their newfound beloved brass
might frog march the evil Trump out of the White House.
Again, the Left finally got what it
has always wanted, and thus with its anti-Midas touch and Medusa glare
turned gold into dross, and flesh into stone.