Enough with the Red Pill; Try a Chill Pill

 

“Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive/But to be young was very heaven.” – William Wordsworth on the French Revolution.

We are in the middle of a revolutionary period now. So far, fortunately, it has been peaceful. Although that has been a close run thing—the ancien regime has resorted to some brutal and disturbing tactics. But it does seem they are now preparing to accept defeat. God willing.

Revolutions are exciting; all things suddenly seem possible. I remember the 60s.

But it is easy to slip into irrational expectations. “We want the world, and we want it now.” 

Then when those in power inevitably cannot meet them, the revolution begins to devour its children. Moderation becomes a dirty word, and upsetting applecarts becomes an addictive drug. Just to get that rush of infinite possibilities again.

A recent tweet on X: “Who needs to worry about Democrats when we have a president elect that won't support the base that supported him. Johnson needs to go, H1B needs to go. Illegals need to go. You want compromise but you aren't offering us anything.”

Demands to deport all illegals have morphed into demands to deport all immigrants. Complaints about Muslim immigrants not assimilating and committing terrorism have moved on to complaints about Indian immigrants not assimilating and littering and being rude.

Talk of an emerging “woke right” seems appropriate. Racism against whites must not be simply replaced with racism against immigrants. The scapegoating must stop. The pendulum must stop swinging.

All men are equal in God's sight. Immigration should be meritocratic. Culture is not race. Assimilation must be the goal.