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Forwarded from Poor Reads
Today will be an off day. Tomorrow starts a novel, grueling period of your life. From now on, we will be taking a page from friend of the channel Robin Sharma's book and posting at 5 AM so that you may rise, print your copy, and carry and analyze it throughout the day. This will be your new habit; you will live by the 7 R's:
Rise: DROP YOUR WORTHLESS HIDE FROM THAT FILTHY BUNK AND DOUBLE-TIME IT TO THE NEAREST PRINTING SERVICE—LIBRARY, FEDEX, WALGREENS, OR WHATEVER GOTTFORSAKEN PLACE IS IN YOUR PATHETIC VICINITY, YOU SNIVELING WORM! MOVE IT!
Run off: ONCE YOU'VE STORMED THAT POSITION, DOWNLOAD AND PRINT THE DAY'S READING ON THE DOUBLE, YOU DISGRACEFUL EXCUSE FOR A RECRUIT—NO HESITATION, NO WHINING!
Read: ALL DAY LONG, ASSAULT THAT EXCERPT LIKE IT'S AN ENEMY BUNKER, SCRIBBLING DOWN EVERY LAST BIT OF INTEL IN GRUELING DETAIL—NO SLACKING, NO BREAKS!
Reread: THAT'S RIGHT, YOU PATHETIC MAGGOT—REREAD IT ALL OVER AGAIN, WITH MAXIMUM AGGRESSION AND ZERO MERCY, OR YOU WILL FACE THE FIRING SQUAD OF FAILURE!
Reflect: LOCK AND LOAD AGAINST THAT PASSAGE IN BRUTAL HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT ALL DAMN DAY, TEARING OUT EVERY SHRED OF VALUE UNTIL IT'S BLEEDING SECRETS AND BEGGING FOR SURRENDER!
Report: SOUND OFF WITH A FULL-BLOWN REPORT ON WHAT YOU RIPPED FROM THAT TEXT, DELIVERING A SUMMARY PACKED WITH DIRECT QUOTES—ANYTHING LESS IS INSUBORDINATION!
Represent: MARCH WITH UNYIELDING UNBREAKABLE VIRTUE IN EVERY THEATER OF OPERATIONS, INSIDE THE WIRE OR OUT IN THE OPEN—ANY SLIP-UP, ANY SIGN OF WEAKNESS, AND I'LL PERSONALLY BOOT YOU OUT OF THE RANKS FOREVER, YOU DISHONORABLE DOG!
Rise: DROP YOUR WORTHLESS HIDE FROM THAT FILTHY BUNK AND DOUBLE-TIME IT TO THE NEAREST PRINTING SERVICE—LIBRARY, FEDEX, WALGREENS, OR WHATEVER GOTTFORSAKEN PLACE IS IN YOUR PATHETIC VICINITY, YOU SNIVELING WORM! MOVE IT!
Run off: ONCE YOU'VE STORMED THAT POSITION, DOWNLOAD AND PRINT THE DAY'S READING ON THE DOUBLE, YOU DISGRACEFUL EXCUSE FOR A RECRUIT—NO HESITATION, NO WHINING!
Read: ALL DAY LONG, ASSAULT THAT EXCERPT LIKE IT'S AN ENEMY BUNKER, SCRIBBLING DOWN EVERY LAST BIT OF INTEL IN GRUELING DETAIL—NO SLACKING, NO BREAKS!
Reread: THAT'S RIGHT, YOU PATHETIC MAGGOT—REREAD IT ALL OVER AGAIN, WITH MAXIMUM AGGRESSION AND ZERO MERCY, OR YOU WILL FACE THE FIRING SQUAD OF FAILURE!
Reflect: LOCK AND LOAD AGAINST THAT PASSAGE IN BRUTAL HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT ALL DAMN DAY, TEARING OUT EVERY SHRED OF VALUE UNTIL IT'S BLEEDING SECRETS AND BEGGING FOR SURRENDER!
Report: SOUND OFF WITH A FULL-BLOWN REPORT ON WHAT YOU RIPPED FROM THAT TEXT, DELIVERING A SUMMARY PACKED WITH DIRECT QUOTES—ANYTHING LESS IS INSUBORDINATION!
Represent: MARCH WITH UNYIELDING UNBREAKABLE VIRTUE IN EVERY THEATER OF OPERATIONS, INSIDE THE WIRE OR OUT IN THE OPEN—ANY SLIP-UP, ANY SIGN OF WEAKNESS, AND I'LL PERSONALLY BOOT YOU OUT OF THE RANKS FOREVER, YOU DISHONORABLE DOG!
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Excerpt from Thomas Aquinas' On Kingship.pdf
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Herein, for your consideration, we submit an excerpt from Thomas Aquinas' De Regno. In our age of facile solutions and men of action who prefer engaging in stupidity to the excruciating torture of prolonged thought, we find rest as Aquinas addresses the gravest of political questions—how a people might deal with a tyrant—with a sobriety that is, to the modern and democratic mind, incomprehensible.
He does not offer the catharsis of righteous rebellion. Instead, he painstakingly weighs the perils of action against the grievances of the present. An assault on tyranny often begets a worse one, and this is a truism that one ought to consider whenever he thinks of rebellion.
Aquinas articulates a political calculus rooted in prudence, not passion, exemplified by a timeless anecdote of Sicilian wisdom:
Presented is one man's solution to a labyrinthine problem of the day, one that calls for your attention and analysis.
Aquinas even provides you, personally, with a sort of Prophecy...
Every half-hearted summary, every lazy analysis, every pathetic excuse for an argument you post, every day you fail to provide your thoughts in response to the daily excerpt is another vote for A MORE GRIEVOUS SLAVERY. YOU THINK MR. POOR IS A TYRANT NOW? YOU THINK THE RULES ARE TOO STRICT AND THE READINGS TOO DIFFICULT?
PRODUCE ONE MORE LAZY DAY'S SLOTHFUL RESULTS AND YOU WILL PRAY FOR THE MILD TYRANNY YOU ENJOY TODAY. Your failure is a SIN, and for the sins of the people, a tyrant is made to reign. Your intellectual cowardice, your laziness will bring down a harsher rule upon your own heads.
GET TO WORK, MAGGOTS.
MOVE IT. NOW.
GET READING!
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He does not offer the catharsis of righteous rebellion. Instead, he painstakingly weighs the perils of action against the grievances of the present. An assault on tyranny often begets a worse one, and this is a truism that one ought to consider whenever he thinks of rebellion.
Aquinas articulates a political calculus rooted in prudence, not passion, exemplified by a timeless anecdote of Sicilian wisdom:
Whence in Syracuse, at a time when everyone desired the death of Dionysius, a certain old woman kept constantly praying that he might be unharmed and that he might survive her. When the tyrant learned this he asked why she did it. Then she said: “When I was a girl we had a harsh tyrant and I wished for his death; when he was killed, there succeeded him one who was a little harsher. I was very eager to see the end of his dominion also, and we began to have a third ruler still more harsh—that was you. So if you should be taken away, a worse would succeed in your place.”
Presented is one man's solution to a labyrinthine problem of the day, one that calls for your attention and analysis.
Aquinas even provides you, personally, with a sort of Prophecy...
Every half-hearted summary, every lazy analysis, every pathetic excuse for an argument you post, every day you fail to provide your thoughts in response to the daily excerpt is another vote for A MORE GRIEVOUS SLAVERY. YOU THINK MR. POOR IS A TYRANT NOW? YOU THINK THE RULES ARE TOO STRICT AND THE READINGS TOO DIFFICULT?
PRODUCE ONE MORE LAZY DAY'S SLOTHFUL RESULTS AND YOU WILL PRAY FOR THE MILD TYRANNY YOU ENJOY TODAY. Your failure is a SIN, and for the sins of the people, a tyrant is made to reign. Your intellectual cowardice, your laziness will bring down a harsher rule upon your own heads.
GET TO WORK, MAGGOTS.
MOVE IT. NOW.
GET READING!
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Conservatism seeks to either halt the decay of USG where it is, or return USG to some ideal state of the past—restoring, for instance, the Constitution of 1789. Or at least the Constitution of 1932. Or maybe just the Reagan Administration.
But these misty ideals are mummies that disintegrate on contact. They are not true things, but false things—not alive, but dead. You cannot wake them up with a sip of Red Bull. What, exactly, would it even mean to roll back the New Deal in 2009? Answer: no one has any frickin’ idea. Not a single flack at a single right-wing think-tank has any real plan for any such thing. Conservatism can never be a coherent alliance, because it is not a single strategy but a blur of good feelings. Thus, irrespective of its many other faults, it cannot form a Schelling point and cannot win.
Conservativism is not a single strategy but a blur of good feelings... It cannot win.
But these misty ideals are mummies that disintegrate on contact. They are not true things, but false things—not alive, but dead. You cannot wake them up with a sip of Red Bull. What, exactly, would it even mean to roll back the New Deal in 2009? Answer: no one has any frickin’ idea. Not a single flack at a single right-wing think-tank has any real plan for any such thing. Conservatism can never be a coherent alliance, because it is not a single strategy but a blur of good feelings. Thus, irrespective of its many other faults, it cannot form a Schelling point and cannot win.
Conservativism is not a single strategy but a blur of good feelings... It cannot win.
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What's your favorite Academy Award Winning film? Mine is this 1945 documentary by Dr. Seuss wherein he explains to American soldiers being sent to occupy a defeated Germany that the Germans are a racially evil people who can barely be classified as human. And the German children are the worst of all... Little monsters... Can't be trusted.
Throughout most of history, it was primarily leftists that despised prior generations. They looked with shame upon the past, wanting to destroy it and move on to something they deemed better. This is the classic rebellious spirit, the spirit of progress, the spirit of communism, the spirit of Americanism. One of the really nasty signs that our civilization has disintegrated is that now this has metastasized in the right. Now it is normal for rightoids to look back and scornfully mock boomers or, even, for younger rightoids, millennials. Gone is the right's reverence for its elders, replaced with rebellious chanting and a faint, somber death knell.