The Orange County Register
August 17, 2012
Americans, according to a Winston Churchill quote of uncertain provenance, always do the right thing after they've exhausted all other possibilities. More verifiably, Sir Winston, upon being asked if he had any criticism of the United States, replied tersely: "Toilet paper too thin, newspapers too fat."
But that was then. Today, America is a land of two-ply toilet paper and one-ply newspapers. Being made of sterner stuff than Churchill's posterior, the eco-left want to ban two-ply bathroom tissue on environmental grounds, which would devastate the economy of Canada, whence comes most American bathroom tissue, at least until the Canadians, being the House of Saud of toilet paper, start shipping it to China, as they're now doing with their oil ever since Obama told them to go lay pipe somewhere else.As for those once-fat newspapers, they're now so thin that they've only got room for the very mostest important news, like whether 30-year-old law-school coeds have sufficient access to federally mandated contraception and (breaking!) the dog Mitt Romney put on the roof of his car in the early Eighties. You have to be able to prioritize.
That's the genius of Romney's vice-presidential pick: It explicitly invites Americans to "do the right thing." Insofar as he's known to the electorate at all, Paul Ryan is the man with the plan – the guy who understands that multitrillion-dollar spendaholic government cannot continue. On that subject, Obama is the man with no plan, and no plans to get any plan. Yet the mere selection of Ryan has already improved the quality of the Obama campaign: Two weeks ago, they were denouncing Romney for killing a woman by cunningly giving her cancer five years after laying off her husband. Now they're denouncing Ryan for killing off Medicare. The former is the opening scene from the straight-to-video "Carcinogenic Zombie Mormon Venture Capitalist Apocalypse"; the latter has a very very teensy-weensy gossamer thread of connection to the issues facing the United States. So we should congratulate the Democrats on a modest re-acquaintance with reality. With Ryan on the ticket, the central question facing America can't be ducked.
As for the other half of that Churchill line – exhausting all the other possibilities – last week a man called Floyd Corkins shot another man called Leo Johnson, the security guard at the Family Research Council, a "conservative" group, according to the muted media coverage, or a "hate group," according to the Southern Poverty Law Center, who spray that term around like champagne on a NASCAR podium. Mr. Corkins, an "LGBT volunteer," told his victim, "I don't like your politics." In his backpack, he had one box of ammunition and 15 Chick-fil-A sandwiches. Had he had one Chick-fil-A sandwich and 15 boxes of ammunition, he might have done more damage. Or, then again, perhaps not, given that, as bloggers Kathy Shaidle and "the Phantom" pointed out, he reached his target and then started "monologuing," as they say in "The Incredibles."
Be that as it may, Mr. Corkins decided to shoot people because of a chicken sandwich chain owner's position on same-sex marriage. That's what Floyd Corkins thinks is the most pressing issue facing the United States. Perhaps he saw himself as the Gavrilo Princip of our time. Like Floyd Corkins, young Princip was not the sharpest knife in the transgender clinic – the cyanide pill he took after the assassination was past its sell-by date; to evade capture, his co-conspirator jumped into the River Miljacka, but it was only five inches deep, and a man standing up to his ankles in the middle of a river in a large city tends to attract attention. Nevertheless, Princip's assassination of the Archduke Franz Ferdinand plunged Europe into war and brought down the Austrian, German, Russian and Turkish empires with consequences that plague us to this day (not least the post-Ottoman Middle East). History does not record whether Princip embarked on his mission with 15 pieces of Wienerschnitzel or Sachertorte in his backpack, but he changed the course of history. Perhaps Floyd Corkins had similar dreams: He would be the flamer that lit the fuse to liberate a continent from the oppressiveness of homophobic waffle fries.
I'm not blaming Floyd Corkins' actions on the bullying twerps at the Southern Poverty Law Center or those thug Democrat mayors who tried to run Chick-fil-A out of Boston and Chicago. But I do think he's the apotheosis of narcissistic leftist myopia. He symbolizes that exhaustion of the other possibilities – the dwindling down of latter-day liberalism to ever more self-indulgent distractions from the hard truths of a broke and ruined landscape. Our elites have sunk into a boutique decadence of moral preening entirely disconnected from reality: A nonhomophobic chicken in every pot, an abortifacient dispenser in every Catholic university, a high-speed rail corridor between every two bankrupt California municipalities.
No sane man could compete on this turf. Romney declined to come out for Chick-fil-A Appreciation Day, but the other week he did come out in favor of gay scoutmasters – whether just for scouts or for the rest of us, too, was unclear. But it doesn't matter. He could announce he was in favor of closing Gitmo and retraining every detainee as a gay scoutmaster, he could declare an amnesty for every undocumented gay scoutmaster north of the Rio Grande – and it still wouldn't be enough. He's still Mitt Romney, and he'll put your dog on the roof, your wife in the ground and your Negro houseboy in the cotton field out back – or, as the vice president of the United States told a mostly black crowd in Virginia the other day, "he gonna put y'all back in chains."
A few years ago, attempting to impose a "European constitution" upon the Continent, the Eurocrat elite took to warning their dull-witted peoples that if they were impertinent enough not to support their betters they'd be on a one-way ticket back to the concentration camps. "I've been in Auschwitz and Yad Vashem," the Dutch Prime Minister, Jan-Peter Balkenende, warned the Netherlands before the referendum. "The images haunt me every day. It is supremely important for us to avoid such things in Europe." The idea that it's a choice between an unreadable hyperstatist laundry list or the gas chambers seemed a wee bit overheated. But to their credit (not an expression I have occasion to use very often regarding the Europeans) the Dutch and even the French rejected this ludicrous rationale. And, to be fair, death camps and Nazi occupation are all well within living memory. Now the vice president is telling Americans it's a choice between Obama-Biden multitrillion-dollar shop-till-you-drop spend-till-you-end government ... or 19th century slavery. Swing low, sweet vice-presidential chariot.
For the record, Obama has already made $716 billion in Medicare cuts to pay for ObamaCare. That's three-quarters of a trillion. The German chancellor, Angela Merkel, was in Ottawa last week, asking Her Majesty's Canadian Government to chip in for the Eurozone bailout. The Eurozone includes some of the richest nations in history, but it's still not enough. And the entire Eurozone bailout is $450 billion – or a little over half the cost of the first Obama stimulus. Under Obama's no-plan plan, there's not enough money on the planet.
Underneath the poseur narcissism, the half-wit demagoguery and the 13-figure innumeracy is bleak reality: a flat-line economy, underwater property, declining social mobility, half the population getting a check each month from the government and with minimum-wage service jobs as the only alternative to long-term dependency.
If you seriously think this election is about gay marriage or affordable contraception, you're about to do to America what Gavrilo Princip did to the Habsburg Empire.
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