Books have been written about it....Suicide Of A Superpower...and...Suicide Of The West are just two of the titles. The liberal and progressive mind of today drives pedal to the floor into the fog of war....the world a stage and they but dilettantes....dabblers in that which requires wisdom and expertise, the lack of which leads to death through an overdose of tolerance and mutation of diversity. The following post is from August of 2015:
A Song Of Remembrance....And A New Song
With history as our witness, it is not an anomaly, nor is it inconsistent, nor is it even odd. When a nation or an empire is overrun, destroyed, or even just collapses, it often if not usually happens in what could be called a 'cabaret' or 'gladiator games' culture. Its entertainments had consumed it. In such a society vigilance can be non-existent. We are just such a nation.
Where did it begin and what precipitated our fall. Well, it began roughly six-thousand years ago in a beautiful garden in what is now the war torn and terror ravaged nation known as Iraq...or that garden could have been almost anywhere before the flood of Noah's day. We are fallen creatures but capable of unlocking mysteries of the world around us. We can visit the moon. We can send a camera through arteries. We can replace a diseased heart with a mechanical pump....for a time anyway. We can carry almost all the information known to man...in our pocket. We can do everything accept make a spray starch aerosol can that won't plug up.....but the Artificial Intelligence that we are about to perfect will have their robots to do that.
You and I have a front row seat to the fall of the most powerful nation that ever was. Who needs Will Durant or Edward Gibbon or Charles Beard or Josephus? We can watch it on the telly, that is until the telly loses power. Or we can see it on stage. We've already sat through two acts. In Act One we jumped up on the throne with God, and in Act Two we told Him to get off.
Violence has overwhelmed us in what is now but a long list of nightly news stories that may or may not be noticed. Our intellects have atrophied. The mechanical functions well but we have no wisdom to speak of. Yet we are giddy. Our sports teams win and that's the only international relations that we care about. We are as children who when frightened, the parent places a toy in their hands and the pop-up clown causes us to laugh, the rattle gets our attention and the spinning mobile above our heads puts us back to sleep. We retreat into our enclaves where there is only minimal violence but those enclaves are receding as the snow cover at winter's end.
Oh, but we had the finest minds at the beginning of this nation! They could reason. Their sentences, written with quill and ink, displayed a magnificent logic. Their conversation, as we read in their letters, was beautiful prose, flowing, didactic and profound. Though shorter on average in stature they towered above us. Amused by their clinging to something called honor, we place them under a microscope and label them worthless if any imperfection at all is found.
God has given us weak leaders and cunning enemies. The Song Of Moses from the 32nd chapter of Deuteronomy was to be a witness against Israel. They would rebel.... and God would remind them of it. Moses wrote....."For their vine comes from the vine of Sodom and from the fields of Gomorrah; their grapes are grapes of poison; their clusters are bitter; their wine is the poison of serpents and the cruel venom of asps."
But all praise is to be given to Him who, as the Psalmist in Psalm 40 sings, "He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the Lord."
A Song Of Remembrance....And A New Song
With history as our witness, it is not an anomaly, nor is it inconsistent, nor is it even odd. When a nation or an empire is overrun, destroyed, or even just collapses, it often if not usually happens in what could be called a 'cabaret' or 'gladiator games' culture. Its entertainments had consumed it. In such a society vigilance can be non-existent. We are just such a nation.
Where did it begin and what precipitated our fall. Well, it began roughly six-thousand years ago in a beautiful garden in what is now the war torn and terror ravaged nation known as Iraq...or that garden could have been almost anywhere before the flood of Noah's day. We are fallen creatures but capable of unlocking mysteries of the world around us. We can visit the moon. We can send a camera through arteries. We can replace a diseased heart with a mechanical pump....for a time anyway. We can carry almost all the information known to man...in our pocket. We can do everything accept make a spray starch aerosol can that won't plug up.....but the Artificial Intelligence that we are about to perfect will have their robots to do that.
You and I have a front row seat to the fall of the most powerful nation that ever was. Who needs Will Durant or Edward Gibbon or Charles Beard or Josephus? We can watch it on the telly, that is until the telly loses power. Or we can see it on stage. We've already sat through two acts. In Act One we jumped up on the throne with God, and in Act Two we told Him to get off.
Violence has overwhelmed us in what is now but a long list of nightly news stories that may or may not be noticed. Our intellects have atrophied. The mechanical functions well but we have no wisdom to speak of. Yet we are giddy. Our sports teams win and that's the only international relations that we care about. We are as children who when frightened, the parent places a toy in their hands and the pop-up clown causes us to laugh, the rattle gets our attention and the spinning mobile above our heads puts us back to sleep. We retreat into our enclaves where there is only minimal violence but those enclaves are receding as the snow cover at winter's end.
Oh, but we had the finest minds at the beginning of this nation! They could reason. Their sentences, written with quill and ink, displayed a magnificent logic. Their conversation, as we read in their letters, was beautiful prose, flowing, didactic and profound. Though shorter on average in stature they towered above us. Amused by their clinging to something called honor, we place them under a microscope and label them worthless if any imperfection at all is found.
God has given us weak leaders and cunning enemies. The Song Of Moses from the 32nd chapter of Deuteronomy was to be a witness against Israel. They would rebel.... and God would remind them of it. Moses wrote....."For their vine comes from the vine of Sodom and from the fields of Gomorrah; their grapes are grapes of poison; their clusters are bitter; their wine is the poison of serpents and the cruel venom of asps."
But all praise is to be given to Him who, as the Psalmist in Psalm 40 sings, "He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the Lord."
