Friday, January 30, 2004

It's a Byrd brain, it's a Plame fan, it's a piece of premature anti-fascist propaganda.

Liberals thrive on comparing their enemies to Nazis, but they are often sneaky about it. Tireless conservatives had to stay up all night digging through over one and a half thousand entries in Move-On's ad contest to find the hidden two which tried to paint our Noble Leader as a cut rate Hitler. CBS, having burned its fingers with its attempted trashing of Saint Ronald, has far righteously refused to run any Super Bowl ads from this radical group, even if they don't mention the late Fuhrer. But TV is not the only outlet the leftys have. They hide a lot within popular genre fiction -- especially SF.

Science fiction is inherently subversive. It is based on asking questions about "What if things were different?" Once a person starts such wondering, they are on that infamous "slippery slope" that the ACLU keeps ranting about, sliding toward doubt about everything. Soon they may adopt the slogan of that revolutionary Frenchman Voltaire that "all things are possible", and be wallowing in all of the worst predictions of Senator Santorum. Voltaire himself notoriously attended an orgy of the Marquis De Sade. His refusal to repeat it, saying "Once is curiosity, twice would be perversion", does not lessen his bad example.

This genre of fiction began in a bad way, predictably enough with a Frenchman who wrote about a pirate (the Unabomber of his day) making war against modern civilization with his invention of a submarine, and his English follower, an admitted socialist, proposing Santorum's worst nightmare -- interspecies genetic manipulation. Things could only go downhill from there.

The three so-called Grand Masters of modern science fiction all had suspicious left wing leanings. I have written before (in The Zeroth Commandment) about how their Russian-American icon positively oozes Marxist sociological determinism in his series about a secret conspiracy of "psychohistorians" trying to overthrow the legitimate Galactic Empire. The only native-born American of the trio actually began as a supporter of Upton Sinclair's socialistic "End Poverty In California" campaign, then tried to hide his true colors by years of writing fiction that was patriotic, even pro-military, before uncovering his real hidden agenda, with mystical Sixties "free love", hedonistic sex change operations, and even incest. And the less said the better about that British third world hermit of unknown sexual predilections and recurring sacrilegious themes.

While their most promising inheritor at least teamed up with a good saber rattling computer geek to write of interstellar aristocracy, this was an aberration. (It wasn't even typical for them. They showed their real liberal prejudice by condemning the man who made the trains run on time to their mockery of hell.) Far more representative was the noted anthropologist's daughter's explicit anarchism.

The movies are no better. Someday I may post a long dissection of how Hollywood leftists corrupted the vision of a good former policeman by the explicit anti-individualist collectivism and hatred of reason shown in the sacrifice ending the second film about NCC 1701.

And television? Don't get me started on those wildly slanted propaganda fables of that Emmy-winning hack whose own widow admitted his secret leftist agenda in (of course) a PBS special: "He had said, 'You know, you can put these words into the mouth of a Martian and get away with it'.... If it was a Republican or Democrat they couldn't say it. I mean, he wanted to deal with the issues of the day. We're looking at bigotry, racism, prejudice, nuclear war, ethics, witch-hunts, loneliness. All of these things were verboten."

What reminded me of this catalog of subversive rubbish was a short story some lefty urged me to read. Oh, they gushed, it's beautifully written, and it predicts so well just what will happen here if the Bush administration is reelected. There'll be dictatorship at home and war with Old Europe, they said, and America will be hated around the world -- just like it is today with our Preemptive Self-Defense Actions (TM) and unrestricted incarcerations. Naturally, I had to check out any piece of swill which could provoke such an appeaser to this enthusiasm. (Such sacrifice is a dirty job, but someone has to do it.)

Carefully, I checked out the biography of the author first. You will be astonished to know that his radical background is openly posted on the web, since the liberals figure no one will bother to look. He was born in that socialist hotbed, Canada, and started his subversion young, kicked out of high school for "Red" ideas. It was no surprise that he worked for that taxpayer-funded FDR propaganda tool, the Soviet style Federal Writer's Project. Nor was the short story in question his only piece of traitorous fiction. He may have thought like a commie, but his first priority was always to hate the United States, so his best known novel has the South winning the Civil War. You can find the truth about this dangerous lefty's life here.

The story is forty years old, but that doesn't stop Bush haters from claiming it predicts tomorrow. In this tale's imaginary and absurdly impossible world, the U.S. has been taken over by a fascist dictatorship (led by the typically cutely named "Defenders of the Constitution", as though the Second Amendment was a bad thing), and their agent uses all the usual leftist scare phrases like "Sure, they lynched a few coloreds and booted out a few Jews, but what's that between you and me?" The Americans, in a typical leftist fantasy, have already lost a war with Europe after trying to conquer other nations, as though the wimps of the old continent could ever defeat anyone. As a U.S. spy says well, "The U.S. isn't a two-bit country to be policed. If there's policing to be done, we do it. Policing nations, Third Force! Who do they think they are?"

It should be a giveaway of the writer's intentions from the very first that this story is set in France. He shows how those snail eating haters of us because of our Freedom from their decadent innovations like month-long vacations were filled with gall (yes, that's a pun, just for those who claim I have no sense of humor), even back when the first French-speaking wife of a rich white male liberal U.S. Senator from Massachusetts who sought the Presidency was supposedly almost as wildly popular there as Jerry Lewis. But I digress.

The author does correctly depict the sort of muddled thinking typical of liberals who like to play Hamlet. The protagonist is a woman whose husband was killed by the dictatorship, and the U.S. agent is trying to get her to spy on other exiles. Yet when an America-hating French mob (in what really is a good prediction) tries to get her to spit on a U.S. flag, her old emotional ties to that term of mockery for left-wingers, the Homeland, resurface again. Silly radicals can't even be consistent about their own national self-hatred.

The whole story is just the kind of thing leftists use to scare each other with and reinforce their paranoia. They will claim it is chilling and moving. Good conservatives will know very well that this really "can't happen here". To spare you the agony of starting to read this, only to discover how treasonous it is, you should be aware of where this story is posted on the web, just so that you won't be fooled into even beginning it. Beware of the thankfully dead radical author, Ward Moore, and this particular vile tale of his, called It Becomes Necessary.

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