Tuesday, December 15, 2020

My Corner by Boyd Cathey - Joe Biden is NOT My President

“For monarchy to work, one man must be wise. For democracy to work, a majority of the people must be wise. Which is more likely?”



This morning I opened my AOL account and immediately a story from The Huffington Post caught my eye. It seems that a New Jersey congressman,  Bill Pascrell, a Democrat,  “has called on House Speaker Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.) to bar 126 GOP representatives from the House, arguing that their support for the failed, baseless Texas lawsuit seeking to hijack the presidential election violated the Constitution.” Pascrell “accused the Republican congressmen of violating the Constitution by seeking to nullify Americans’ votes and instead choose a ‘dictator’. He cited Section 3 of the 14th Amendment, enacted after the Civil War and designed to keep traitors out of government.”

Continuing on Pascrell said in a tweet accompanied by a statement on Friday: “Today I’m calling on House leaders to refuse to seat any Members trying to overturn the election and make Donald Trump an unelected dictator.” [Italics mine!] The “text of the 14th Amendment expressly forbids Members of Congress from engaging in rebellion against the United States,” he tweeted. “Trying to overturn a democratic election and install a dictator seems like a pretty clear example of that.”

It’s entirely logical, Pascrell’s demand. It represents the logical use, the perfect conclusion, once again, of the “gaslighting” and projection employed by the minions of the Deep State, those robotic members of the managerial elite who, in fact, run and govern this nation, and have done so, increasingly, for at least seven decades…despite Donald Trump and his (to them) “fluke” election in 2016.

The Trump election in 2016 was not supposed to have happened. Everything had been prepared back then, down to the smallest detail of Hilary Clinton’s mammoth election night celebration…which was to have been the celebration of the final and definitive victory of the Deep State, the permanent bureaucracy that has assumed near absolute power over our lives and destinies.

But somehow the guard posts were ill-attended. Somehow that upstart billionaire from New York, Donald Trump, rough in manners and uncouth in speech, and not willing to take all the orders from “his betters,” was chosen by the electorate.  He would mark his own path, at times ignoring those oligarchs who lurk behind the scenes mostly, but who control everything from Hollywood and Silicon Valley to our educational system and our corporate financial institutions, not to mention their iron grip on the media.

And that just was not permissible, not something that the managerial elites would accept. Even “the Donald” did not fully realize what they would do or attempt. Not that he had actually staged a giant counter-revolution. No; all he managed was to crack the door open, as it were, to let in a little fresh air, just a little light. And suddenly millions of normal Americans, those of us who live in “fly-over” country between New York’s Upper East Side swank penthouses and San Francisco and the millionaire dollar homes in Silicon Valley, began a rocky road to awareness. What had been largely mystifying to millions of “deplorables” up to then, and only clearly seen by a talented minority of writers like James Burnham (e.g., his books, including The Managerial Revolution, 1941; The Machiavellians, 1943; Suicide of the West, 1964), and his theoretical amanuensis, the late Sam Francis (e.g., his massive study, Leviathan, 2016, and also Revolution from the Middle, 1997), all of a sudden came into focus.

Practically speaking, we were in chains, chains of a new form of slavery, a slavery far more intense and profound than any earlier form. It wasn’t so much of the physical kind. Rather, it profoundly infected the mind, it perverted and changed the intellect, the very way we live, what we read, what we said and how we talked, what we valued in life. And, in the end we became like the programmed agent, Raymond Shaw, in that classic 1962 film noir psychological classic, The Manchurian Candidate: lulled into complacency and compliance to the ukases of our new masters.

Most of us did not realize it. Most of us were content to work our jobs, pay our bills, and raise our families. Yes, we did know that something was amiss, something fundamental. We had that odd feeling that we were not really in control. Yet, it took a ruffian like Donald Trump, himself not fully aware of his role, to partially tear off the fearful mask of the managerial Deep State permanent bureaucratic class, our new masters and overseers. And for many of us, for the first time, what we beheld was stunning in its awful power and terrible symmetry.

For the elites in the managerial class, for the Deep State apparatchiks, the 2016 election was a major fluke, an unforced error that they had let slip by…somehow they had not prepared well enough, somehow they had overestimated their power. And ever since they have desperately attempted to undo 2016, using the fraudulent Russia Hoax, the Ukrainian Caper, various impeachment farces. The coming of COVID presented them with a supreme opportunity. “You never let a serious crisis go to waste,” said former Democrat mayor of Chicago and Obama henchman, Rahm Emanuel. And for the Democratic and establishment elites in battleground states, under the cover of the Coronavirus scare, things could and would be perfected, election laws altered, fraud generated…many times in full view.

Most importantly, and as we see now quite vividly, the elites, the Democrats (and many Republicans) beholden to and agents of the Deep State knew that even if their skullduggery were finally revealed and discovered, that the malfeasance and rigging of an election would most certainly succeed this time. No one actually was an enthusiast for that no-account non-entity, half-senile, inspiring-no-one Joe Biden: he would simply provide their stalking horse, their Trojan Horse back into full power. He would be instructed what to do and what to say, and whom to pick to surround him. And in the end, their preparation for 2020 would bear success. The genie freed in 2016 could be put back and imprisoned once again in the magic lamp.

They understood fully well that after a completed election (which in fact they carefully prepared for months), that afterwards no court would be eager or willing to take it up. To do so would, as one jurist friend complained, “only engender intense and incredible confusion in the public mind, maybe even unleashing violence like we have not seen in 155 years.” In other words, we are told—like the verdict of the Texas case where SCOTUS refused to even hear the appeal (with only Justices Alito and Thomas favoring a hearing)—“the robbery, the theft, has already taken place; to try to right the wrong now would upset things too much. So, just be quiet and let it be.”

That is where our judicial system now resides, at the bottom of the barrel of putrid scum, either afraid to demur for fear of “upsetting the applecart,” or perhaps also intellectually communing with the Deep State template.

The managerial class, the Deep State minions, the elites—however we term them—have learned well the lesson of 2016, they have taken good advantage of COVID, they have run roughshod over law and justice, and dared anyone to do anything about it. They understood the innate (little “c”) conservatism of the judicial system, which is loath to, as my jurist friend opined, create intense confusion, even civil war.

In 1936 Spain had a General Francisco Franco willing to rise and lead a patriotic coalition of army units, Carlist traditionalists and monarchists, and conservative Catholics against a socialist/communist republic. In 1973 a General Augusto Pinochet was ready to lead a counter-revolution against the implanting of a Marxist dictatorship in Chile. Today there is no such force ready-made to lead a counter-revolution in the United States. The forces of the Progressivist Deep State have made sure of that.

We are on our own, perhaps headed to a catacomb far more desolate and dark and excruciating than anything our Christian ancestors suffered at the hands of an Emperor Nero or Diocletian. But persevere we must, with faith and determination, trusting in the Lord, while hoping like Charles Maurras in 1940 (with the advent in France of Vichy and Marshal Petain) for a “divine surprise.”

History has a way of producing quirks and entirely unexpected happenings, whether it be a Lenin shipped back by the German High Command to Tsarist Russia in a boxcar to initiate a Communist Revolution that would come very close to conquering the world, or its ignominious end in 1991, “not with a bang, but a whimper.”

For our republic to be recaptured and reborn its citizens must remember who we are. We must go forth, handicapped yes, but still into battle.  Perhaps our future lies in secession or separation. Indeed, one thing I can agree with Abe Lincoln on is this: “A house divided against itself cannot stand.” However that may be, our journey will most likely be painful.

Let us recall as we begin our arduous pilgrimage of restoration, even as King Alfred the Great in the remote marshes of Somersetshire (878 A.D.) began his re-conquest of Wessex and of England, another statement of Maurras: “For monarchy to work, one man must be wise. For democracy to work, a majority of the people must be wise. Which is more likely?”

Commitment, intelligence, and a knowledge of our traditions, and adherence to them and to the firm faith handed down to us from our ancestors are requisite for our citizenry…along with a necessary prudence and skill. Today in America, for one half of the people who live in it, that is not the case: they are become as those artificial robots, those programmed “pod people” of whom I spoke in my little essay on December 2, 2020, like the Laurence Harvey/Raymond Shaw character in The Manchurian Candidate.

The only other path is enforced silence and defeat, our effective disappearance from the annals of history, and to be cursed by our descendants.

The Duke of Wellington supposedly said at the Battle of Waterloo: “May God help us—for no one else will.”

We are there now.