Sultan Knish
The god of liberalism is an idea and ideas are notoriously fragile
things. They fall apart once they make the transition from the ivory
tower of the mind to the mud and dross of reality. Every writer and
artist has had the experience of holding a perfect ideal in his mind
only to lose it as he struggles to set it down on canvas or paper. The
creative process is that recognition that the ideal cannot be made real.
Liberalism,
progressivism and the various names by which the modern left identifies
and is identified is the belief that the ideal can and must be made
real. That anything short of the ideal is a savage state of repression,
tyranny, patriarchy, fascism and the whole litany of crimes against
ideal humanity.
The liberal god rises as an idea and dies again.
And rises again. No matter how many times the whole thing ends in blood
and bankruptcy, the worshipers return to worship the coming of the god
again.
"People in every corner of the globe who saw in him a hope
for the future and a chance for mankind. We weep for our children and
their children and everyone’s children: For he was charting their
destinies as he was charting ours," Art Buchwald wrote in the International Herald-Tribune after the assassination of JFK.
In
Buchwald's crude Stalinist panegyric, JFK was a deity who charted the
destinies of the whole world. "He cared about all of us," he writes. No
sparrow could fall but that JFK would see it. JFK would help the
"Negro", the "working man", "the artist, the writer and the poet",
"teachers and pupils" and even "old people".
But John F. Kennedy
the man with flaws and strengths is not present in the North Korean
scale orgy of leader worship because it isn't really him that Buchwald
is mourning. It isn't Kennedy the man that liberals weep for every year.
It is liberalism.
Camelot is liberalism. The death of Kennedy
was the death of the idea. Liberalism didn't die, but its best avatar
did. The ideal became the real with a magic bullet. The man who was
supposed to chart the destiny of the world couldn't save himself from a
"single lousy Communist" who killed the hope that he was supposed to
represent.
The god of liberalism vests in an avatar like Kennedy
or Obama. The avatar is messianic. It is superhuman. Its empathy is
unlimited. Its liberal godhood elevates us all by merely being in its
presence, hearing it speak or reading one of its speeches. It is the
idea made flesh. The secular god.
But the god of the left must
die. It is a mad illusion to think that any man can chart the destinies
of the world. Buchwald put far too great a burden on JFK. Had a lousy
Communist not killed him, then, like Obama, he would have lived to
disappoint and infuriate his followers.
The Russians went mad
when Stalin died. The North Korean weeping was equally insecure. When
you believe that your destiny is charted by a man who is the only hope
for your future; what can you do but weep, not for him, but as Buchwald
writes, "We weep for the millions of people who are weeping for him."
The
ideas of the left always fail because the avatars and muses always
fail. The ideas that seem so bright in theory fail when confronted with
the actual task of charting human lives and the unpleasant reality that
the Negro, the working man, the old people and the students may not want
the same things that the idealists want for them.
For a golden
moment, the avatar of liberalism makes it seem as if all things are
possible, he weaves an enchanting spell of transcendence that promises
that paradoxes can be reconciled and that people will set aside their
"selfish" needs and interests. They will stop thinking of themselves and
start thinking of what they can do for their country. They will become
the change they were waiting for.
The
progressive ideal is that all men and women will become avatars of the
liberal god in the same way that what we think of as Communism was only
meant as a temporary system of rule that would give way to the true
Communism in which there would be no more need for rulers and secret
police because each man would be a true Communist with no need for
external pressure and coercion.
Instead of this golden age, the
tyranny of the avatar grows, coercion increases, protests spread and the
project decays into a totalitarian state or is overthrown. The golden
age never arrives. The ideal is slain by the real. And the true
believers go into mourning for what might have been.
The tyranny
of the ideal is the most brutal of all tyrannies for men and women are
not ideal; they are real. Its plans are bound to fail and yet it has
such a passionate grip on the minds of its believers that it is bound to
rise again and again.
And so this cycle of the liberal god who
dies and rises again, dies and rises, keeps repeating. As long as the
tyranny of the ideal remains a rallying cry, as long as men and women
choose to believe that a better world can be created through central
planning, forcible redistribution and mass reeducation then the cycle
will continue. No matter how often the liberal god dies, he will rise
again.
The secular god of the progressive ideal has become an
entity of life, death and rebirth. Its failures only incite its
followers to believe that it will come again. It does not matter how
many gulags and mass graves lie in its wake. It is a matter of faith.
And in a secular world, there is nothing left to believe in except a
better world.
Obama is dying now. ObamaCare, his great work, has
failed. Like Ra and all the others, he will pass into the darkness and
the ideas will reemerge again in a new avatar. Perhaps it will be
Elizabeth Warren. Or someone else. And it will not be remembered that
health care nationalization does not work. Like Communism, it will only
be another experiment that was carried out incorrectly.
Men are
flesh and blood. They are born and they die. But ideas appear to
transcend them. That is what attracts men to ideas. Even the worst of
them carry the taste of immortality on their lips.
"Alone--free--the
human being is always defeated. It must be so, because every human
being is doomed to die, which is the greatest of all failures. But if he
can make complete, utter submission, if he can escape from his
identity, if he can merge himself in the Party so that he IS the Party,
then he is all-powerful and immortal," O'Brien declares in Orwell's
1984.
And so the messiahs come offering transcendence through
submission to the Party. But they die and they fail, and the Party, that
ugly confused creature with a million mindless heads, a trillion
talking points, and no soul, looks around for a new avatar to embody its
secular religion.
A man who will call for the submission of the world so that the world may become the Party and the Party may become the world.
"'We
are the priests of power, god is power," Orwell tells Winston. This is
the liberal priesthood of community organizers and activists, NGO chiefs
and talking heads, senate aides and prattling pundits who wait for a
god who will justify their power and their cruelty, who will convince
them that their immortality within the body of the Party is within
reach.
And then he dies and they appoint another avatar to embody
the progressive godhood and wait again for their community organizer
god to be born anew.
This liberal avatar will care for the Negro,
the working man, the artist, the poet and writer, the teacher and the
pupil, he will "save us from war", "command" us and "chart the
destinies" of the whole world. He will do what he was unable to do in
any of his prior reincarnations-- he will make the ideal into the real,
he will make the impossible ideas of the left finally work.
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