What’s In A Name?


It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

The opening paragraph of Charles Dicken’s novel; A Tale Of Two Cities would seem to be appropriate to our time, but for one thing. Dickens is a dead white guy, held in high esteem in less enlightened times. Therefore his observations don’t apply.

Maximilien François Marie Isidore de Robespierre 

People forget, if they ever knew, that Robespierre was an architect of the French Revolution “Reign of Terror” before he became a victim. The moral of his story could be: ” no matter how rabid a radical one may be, there will always be somebody in the wings complaining that it is not enough.”

A group of clowns get together and decide to (fill in the Blank). The plot is exposed and the MSM proclaims, in headlines, another right wing plot has failed. The fact that the clown(s) of the week can’t tell their tight from their left is immaterial.

Portland Rioters Mug shots

After reading the disjointed MSM stories and viewing the mugshots of those arrested in Portland I have come up with an alternative theory. Blame it on High School. Stay with me on this. It really isn’t that complicated.

All of this rioting can be laid at the feet of two dipartite classes going back to high school. Recall, if you will, those bygone days. Chances are two groups stand out. In one group there is the cool kids. The homecoming king and queen, the Captain of the football team, the head cheerleader, National Honor society winners and those voted most likely to succeed.

At the other end of the spectrum were the losers. The fat ugly chicks with or without mustaches. The dykes before they knew they were dykes. The fat guys and nerds that always got picked last when choosing sides. The shade tree mechanics that couldn’t identify a wrench. The dopers and the terminally stupid. All of them sharing the best years of their lives.

They left high school and made a discovery. The cool kids found out that somewhere along the way the definition of cool got changed and they didn’t make the cut. The losers discovered that while high school may have been hell, there was a long way to go to hit bottom. They were on their way and had almost achieved terminal velocity.
For both high school was the best years of their lives and there was no going back.

Self delusion is a powerful force. Lost in the crowd? Dye your hair pink, get a tattoo on your face, claim you are a chick with a dick and standout. Tired of being ignored for having a second rate intellect? Hang out with stupid people. In the village of the blind, the one eyed man reigns supreme! Want to be edgy? Go around and quote dead white guys like Marx, Lenin, Trotsky, Castro and Guevara. Adopt the tactics of Hitler, Mussolini, Starlin and Beria the target audience will never know the difference.

The sixties radicals advocated that recruiting activities be devoted to the fat, ugly and stupid. Those folks, the theory went, would be so happy to be included they would do anything for group approval.

Don’t get me wrong there are dedicated Marxists and Neo Nazis out there. But these folks ain’t it. These folks are looking for a small pond where they can once again stand out and replicate those glory days of high school.

I’m thinking of creating a new political philosophy. I figure I can take buzz words, snippets of thoughts, disjointed ideas, slogans, and phrases from various political and religious ideas and write one thought per index card and throw them into a barrel. Give the barrel three spins and then pull out fifty cards at random. Next arrange the cards in a sequence, pleasing to the eye and there you have it. A new philosophy is born!

Damn! The Whitmer kidnap dudes beat me to it.