PAR-TEE
By Pitchfork © 2011

Blog of Week of March 21, 2011

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Freely quote with attribution

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This, dear reader, from ‘Fork’s Manifesto essay hereunder, prefaced by the stunning words of Joel Bowman in his “Unnatural Forces” . . .

To every cause, an effect. To every action, a reaction. To every well-meaning, do-gooder, interventionalist policy, a broken heart and an empty pocket. Such are the rules of life, Fellow Reckoner. It's no use arguing with them. They are what they are, and for good reason. Bad behavior is discouraged by undesirable consequences.

From the Pitchfork Manifesto . . .

Par-tee

Neither political party bore standards of honor, distinction, or respect.

 Oh my, those were dark days.  Felt trumped thought.  Today trumped tomorrow.  Excess trumped restraint. 

Servitude trumped sovereignty.  Hubris, impiety trumped imperfectability, humility; conceit ascended.

Cowardice trumped confrontation.  Nonsense trumped nature.  Coercion trumped competition. 

Hope trumped expectation.  Choral change trumped history. 

Government trumped God.

Pitchfork

A real third political party maybe on the order of Gerald Celente’s Progressive/Libertarian Party or a gutted and rejiggered Republican Party that, say, might have grown a faction within it of Tea Party Republicans.  And yet, such reconfiguration’s painfully paced progression might not have been exceptionally salutary to have avoided warring of more than words. 

Pitchfork recalled that third parties had not come easily to his countrymen.  Still, 'fork looked out his window and did not regard two parties loose on the fruited plain; but, rather, one party that reciprocated mostly in a range of values borne of themselves and not of their country and their countrymen:  selfish to greedy; elite to tyrannical; political forms and functions rigged for job security; variously weaponized controls on Americans including but not limited to submissions and passivities embedded in social and technological engineering of wide sorts, etc.  And all the mendacity and manipulation bordered by media morons.    

While, to have worked inside then-existing party bounds would have tented a few core stalwarts, some welcome newcomers, and, at least for a time, a host of the wayward and wastrel in pink school color.  Of the two courses, working from within would have been the preference: avoided change of the fourth kind and permitted hangers-on a new way to wannabee.

A weak reed blows easily in the wind. 

Pitchfork’s Chinese spirit Lee-Woo

In either condition, definitively faithful, found at the conservative end of capitalism may have been ripe for the running – first, to have truly taught their way to office, then collaborated, then co-opted.  Members would have to have been without reminding of the corrupted fogeys and fossils that they would have chased off the national stage – the socialist-stained losers, so-called moderates, really fallen capitalists and grasping socialists, really sycophantic socialists all, soaked to the bone in politics as usual, stoked in 'ists' and 'isms' to rise above the madding crowd, life's toils and troubles. 

In their beginning, the newbies would have been without a net – a politician’s perception worth perpetuation.

But, wait.  Would there have been the time to temper tempers?

Would that the tipping point tipped so peaceably.  The muck to be raked from the halls of governance was everywhere across the fruited plain, and it was deep and deepening.  The foul beasts that wallowed in that muck of political parties putrid to the pit - progressives, elites, rulers, politicos of unprincipled distinction, whatever - would not have gone easily from their slough of power and plunder, nor would their exit have been applauded uninterruptedly from shore to shore.  Dependence bred dependence; corruption, corruption; indolence and sloth persisted programmatically - among the governing and the governed.  Such was the will of the government that it becomes the will of the people - compliance to have bred complaisance.  In that vision, federal voting's volutions strained vitality without succor. 

And the beasts fattened - to fateful, fatal misfortune?

Few remained.  Fewer prevailed.  Some made meals for mobs.  Others fled in dread that their mugs made would mark their own painful passing.

The means to loose civil cancers' pervasive insinuations on the body politic and its wards may need to have been not the salve of civil obedience but the surgery of civil disobedience, societal abandonment, emptied expectations, some unseen to such extents hereabouts in centuries and some never, and, perhaps, even ferocious, fearsome, fate-fraught forces of arms.  Such expulsion seemed less likely to strike the tipping point as to strike the endgame.  There could have been precursors and precedents aplenty before the tipping point - 'rupt towns, cities, counties, and states; illegal immigration upsets; the illusion of two-party politics withered; international distractions from national theatre on-going; disrupted plans, perpetrations, and perversion of all sorts; more restrictive governance and less restrictive spending; a lump of coal in lots of socks; the meanness that could have come from despair-borne deprivation and felt unfairness and disfavor (the 'ists' and 'isms' in full foment and froth); cascades to crescendos of fear and uncertainty; witlessly willful executive power; the gouge to get theirs; witlessly willful legislative power; witlessly willful judicial power; the rolling thunder of consuming consternations; and more, more, more.

“In a confrontation with the politics of power, the soft center has always melted away.”

Quintin McGarel Hogg, Baron Hailsham of St Marylebone

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