Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Life in Our Modern USSA

I saw this fun fact at Irish's place:
and it made me think of something.
As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
Of course, that's The Gods of the Copy Book Headings by Rudyard Kipling.  I think they're preparing to return.  If Gods need to stretch and warmup before starting to slaughter, I figure that's what they're doing now. 



  1. Thanks for posting that, SiG. We do indeed "live in interesting times", don't we?
    Was Kipling prescient, or did he simply live through an earlier iteration of the disease of socialism? (I don't know anything about his life.) His poem would seem to be spot-on for what we are facing today. Such an accurate description of progressives:
    "That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
    And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire"

  2. This is a cultural thing. If you know young inner city blacks you will know that the law means nothing and of course everyone is prejudiced but them so it is not just acceptable to rob, rape and steal it is expected. It is a joke, really! A joke which is often laughed about publicly when some inner city thug commits a crime especially against whites it is something to post on Youtube and laugh about. I can guarantee you that when these two young ladies were first confronted with this crime they seriously and honestly protested that they did nothing wrong. Everyone knows "getting whitey" is OK. Where's the problem?

  3. You said "gorillas" in a post with photos of blacks. You're racist. Yes, I'm being sarcastic.

    1. No, that's cool. I knew you were being sarcastic, but the only way to handle the charge of racism is to wear it as a badge of honor. It means they have no rational argument but want to shut you down.