...and the tragedy is always comic

What do we laugh at the most? Think about it. Really think about it. What do you really find funny? Watching some guy swinging from a rope swing, letting go and falling headsmack right into a tree and then falling through multiple limbs on his inevitable descent to the ground? Yeah, that's what I thought. Think slapstick, toilet humor, the Three Freaking Stooges for crying out loud! Physical suffering, unintentional or intentional is almost always funny. Why?
I think it's our way of dealing with the tragedy of the situation. We see some guy walking down the street listening to his iPod and he doesn't notice the telephone pole and WHACK, he runs right into it and all I can do to keep from laughing is turn around and pretend to be on my cell phone. I watch people all the time doing completely stupid and inane shit and have a hard time believing that I too do exactly the same kind of shit.
For instance, the other day I woke up moderatly late, late enough that I didn't hurry my ass up I would be late for work. So I jumped up, unaware that my legs had become entangled in the sheets, I lost my balance, and in an ill-advised attempt by my reflexes to correct the impending collapse onto the floor in some random heap, one foot struck out for the closest object upon which I could stand: the bed frame. Unknown to me, I had developed a rather large callous on my toe from wearing large boots at three shows all weekend at Walter Sobchak from The Big Lebowski and as my foot descended toward the bed frame, a rather sharp and obtrusive piece of metal when you really think about it, it managed to catch this callous at exactly the right location to split it open from the base up. Needless to say, I did not go to work that afternoon.
But stupid, inane and completely accidental. It hurt so much all I could was laugh, and laugh I did. Which is really, honestly, all that I can do at this point.
Put it to you this way: if the country that created such giants as Voltaire, Bastiat, Diderot, Rousseau, Joan of Arc, Charles the Hammer, Pascal, Balzac, not to mention Monet, Manet, fine food and a knack for being unable to win any military conflict at any point since before the Battle of Waterloo, which was in 1812, well, if that country becomes as Mark Steyn puts it, "the third Muslim nuclear power", then we're in for a long hard slog. A lot longer and a lot harder than anything we've ever had to do, and something that will shape the future in a way that is hard to now imagine. A future that had we accepted the role destiny put in our laps much earlier would not have been so difficult, and of course, I am talking about the undeniable fact that we should have used the provisions under the Constitution which enable us to turn territories into states as much as possible. Cuba, should have a been state. Think about how much headache that would have kept us from, not to mention being unable to smoke Cuban cigars, legally, for all these long decades. In fact, the Caribbean as a whole, all states, situation fixed. The Phillipines, should have spent some time as a territory and then, boom, another state. All the countries we liberated in world war II, states. Japan, South Korea, hell, Taiwan. All states. Germany, Britain and of course Ireland, and any of the members of British Empire, really, and of course France. If France had become a state, none of this would have ever been a problem.
Our problem as a society, is that there is too much of Athens running in our blood and not enough of Sparta. We have become overcivilized. Overcivilized and it's despicable. Everything that's any fun, whether it be the occassional rumble or isolated fistfight, smoking, smoking in your car in some places, people being charged with public drunkenness after leaving bars, everything that really, on the underbelly, marks the health of the class which lives only for the moment, which unfortunately, makes up a substantial if not majority portion of the population, everythign has been criminalized. You can't even light up a cigarette in public in most places anymore in the West and this from a culture that spawned the Industrial Revolution, which, if you had been alive in 1850 or so you wouldn't have made it three steps down the sidewalk in London such would have been the smell, to say nothing of even the smell in 1900.
The time for such thoughts is not now. We can't fault the past until we develop time travel and screw it up royally. Just think Doc Brown. Great Scott!
None of that is going to change unfortunately. Only makes me more convinced that every law should have an expiration date, that way we don't build up laws on the books and the number of laws and regulations remain more or less permanent, and it takes away time from the executive branch bureaucracy from enforcing--because they have to write new regs all the time silly!
Which again, the tragic is comic. We must face facts:
1) France will not long survive this most current front in the war against Islamofascism.
2) What's the saying, once France falls the rest of Europe will know its curtains? Oh, I just made that up. Not that some of Europe might not fight back, or that they might even ask for our help. I'm telling we ought to invoke the NATO charter and send in SOFOR to handle this. That way you'd make the French citizens know who is protecting them, and who have always been protecting them, Americans.
3) The longer the riots go on, the sooner the appeasement begins.
4) At this point, it's fairly obvious that the intensity of the riots don't matter. They could be setting fire to garbage bins and as long as they set fire to enough garbage bins the effect would be the same.
5) Has anybody thought about the thousands of French motorists who no longer have cars? Maybe the EU should give them each a brand new one! But seriously, these people are NOT innocents. They have allowed this perverse biculturalism to fester too long in the country that created eclairs. Shame, shame, shame!

The question is, when the riots become goal oriented? In other words, when will a Lenin appear on the scene and unite the disparate, almost autonomous factions scattered throughout Europe but together a potent force for action. What could twenty millions Muslims entrenched in Europe accomplish tomorrow if they really wanted to? Would the Europeans be able to defend themselves? Can they defend themselves? Should we help them? Does it matter one iota what one poll in America says about anything? That was completely random.
But important. The President seems stuck in neutral. The GOP, beholden to a Soros funded shadow group (somewhere at MichelleMalkin...you go and find it!) of so-called "moderates" (read: useless pragmatists who balk at the first sign of trouble) is unable to cut $50 billion out of the budget over the NEXT TEN YEARS and the Senate can't even hold a commitee vote on maintaining the current tax rates on capital gains and dividends.
Fiddling while Rome burns indeed.
And what is the most important issue to the Left, Bush lied. Dr. Sanity does a far better job than I can to explain the pyschology of Bush hatred (doesn't sound natural does it...). Suffice it to say I can understand where the Bush haters are coming from. I despised Clinton throughout my adolescence and young adulthood. I grew up, proud and defiant in the era of Reagan and came of age, cynical and disappointed, in the era of Clinton. No man has done more to temper my idealism or belief in the perfectability of our form of government than the man from Hope, and I daresay that he continues to offend me in ways that don't even approach the ways than Carter and that's only because Carter offends me in ways that are tangible. Being almost entirely at fault for letting the Islamofascists gain such a strong foothold so early on. But with Clinton it was entirely intangible. Everything about the man made me want to scream. The way people admired him, the way he smiled, fakely, at everthing, the way he would hold press conferences just to bask in the glow of the White House press corps. The way every few months seemd to hold some new investigation into some part of his administration. History will be glowing in their praise of Clinton if they refer to his administration as the most corrupt in history; a more apt description would be engaged in activites that border on having severely curtailed the national security of this nation. Even to this day I cannot believe the list of scandals the Clinton administration went through, and I'm not going to name all of them, just the ones that stick out: Whitewater, Vince Foster, Ron Brown, the WH possession of FBI files on thousands of political opponents, illegal campaign contributions, the selling of White House bedrooms for campaign contributors, the various investigations into Mike Espy the HUD secretary, the number of Clinton administration officials indicted and convicted, not to mention perjury and obstruction of justice and the wholesale acceptance of his philandering by the feminist left and the mainstream media, which had he been a Republican, would have landed him in the slammer as a rapist, in which case, Slick Willy would have taken on an entirely new connotation.
So, suffice it tos ay, I know something about hating a President so much that every day you wake up determined to convince everyone else that the President ought to be impeached, so much so that you spend the better part of ten months with signs in the back of your car that read "IMPEACHMENT NOW". That you go to the Senate trial. That you watch the vote count and remember wanting to pound Arlen Specter for being such a sissy. That you remember telling some kind named Dan that there wouldn't be a NASA for him to work for in the future because the Republic had effectively ended.
And then the malaise lifted. I suddenly understood what crippled so many of Bubba's critics. You couldn't attack him personally. People saw too much of themselves in Bill. People saw the flaws that they themselves have experienced. In many ways, Clinton is not just the consummate politician, but the greatest political figure the country may have ever produced. And I don't mean that as a compliment: Bill Clinton is the last remnant of industrial politics. He was tailor made for TV. A Nazi geneticist could not have created a better posterchild for progressive politics. Bill Clinton is to everyone what they want him to be. Simultaneously denying and accepting every position because he has none himself. The only way to oppose Clinton was to forget about him. To look past his modest successes and see instead how his presence unified the conversative and libertarian elements and how had he not been elected in 1992, the dramatic conservative takeover in 1994 would probably not have happened. And that, was really the last straw that made me love Bill Clinton. He gave me five glorious years with of Mr. Prime Minister, Newt Gingrich. Thanking him saved me, and it let me put the hate aside.
The Left cannot ever thank Dubya. And that is their weakness. To never give your opponent even the slightest bit of wiggling room, to never say, hey, maybe you're right, that's a good point, yes, let's take that under advisement, is not a strategy for winning more votes, it's the actions of a reactionary who is seeking to hold on to what they with every last bit of strength and nothing seems to be working. And Republicans still hold a 2-1 fund raising advantage despite all of their tactical missteps in the past ten months or so. So, yes, things are rather tragic looking right now, but you've go to laugh then haven't you?