My new post on American Partisan.
(Updated): Legacy Americans are consistently told by our elite that the United States is a “Proposition Nation.” The “proposition” is that anyone can come here and be an American by taking a citizenship class and paying a lot of money to the federal government. Children born on US soil are given citizenship. Illegal immigrants are “Americans” simply because they’re here and working. All 3 of these paths to citizenship rely on “Magic Dirt Theory.” Magic Dirt Theory states that people who come here or are born here are just as good as legacy Americans – if not better! – because of their hard work on US soil (for our elites).
The problem with Magic Dirt Theory is that nations are their people, customs, language and borders, not their foreign wage slaves, invaders, or foreign children. The real reasons Magic Dirt Theory has been foisted on us is that it benefits the elite in many ways. The first reason is that it keeps wages low. This is evident when you look at the Bureau of Labor Statistics’ data. The bottom three-fifths of wage earners haven’t seen a pay raise in 20-30 years. Wages for the top fifth have skyrocketed. Not only do immigrants keep pay low, but they have very little legal recourse with their employers and can be dumped off onto the taxpayer should they be fired or make too much trouble at work. Employers also don’t have to ensure that they behave after hours. Immigrants also reliably vote for the leftist Permanent Government, but both Republicans and Democrats love them. They have bipartisan support which is why our immigration laws are never enforced. They also drive up property values and thus taxes on Americans who actually pay them. There are so many reasons the elite love immigrants and hate legacy Americans that it could fill a volume. Indeed, volumes have been written on this topic.
These new “Americans” don’t identify as Americans, in my experience. The Asians, at best, refer to themselves as “Asian-American,” or “Korean-American” or “Hindu” or “Muslim.” The Latin Americans usually refer to themselves as “Mexican” or “Guatemalan” or whatever their country of origin and often with a gang affiliation like “White Fence” or “Florencia 13”. When you ask new Americans if they’re American, they usually just say they have US citizenship. Due to the pernicious doctrine of multiculturalism, they are not expected to assimilate and due to the death of WASP culture, there’s no culture for them to assimilate into. Self-identification is also shifting in liberal white “Americans.” Out here, they fly the California flag or the rainbow flag rather than the American flag. I’ve heard their children say, “I’m not an American, I’m a Californian.”
Meanwhile, legacy Americans are consistently told we’re racist, Nazis, lazy, drug-addicted, “bitter clingers” and that the United States is a multicultural society, not a plurality of united cultures. Clinging to traditional American assumptions like religion and guns is even considered unpatriotic. We’re supposed to be “global citizens” which sounds an awful lot like the global proletariat Marxists used to write about. The elite have made very clear that the United States is not for us, regardless of what we or our fathers have done to till its soil, build its infrastructure, and fight its wars. I count myself in the “legacy American” category. My grandfathers fought the Nazis in Europe. Both were wounded. One spent 7 months in a POW camp in the East until he was liberated by the Russians who – thank God – didn’t ship him to the gulag as they did to millions of Easterners and German POWs. Now, it seems, I am a Nazi for thinking and looking like my grandfathers. What a reversal since 1945! If the elites believe I’m Not An American, maybe I should emulate these newer, better Americans and stop identifying as one. I took an oath to God to support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic. The Constitution has real meaning. I never took an oath to be an “American,” which now has no meaning in a country held together only by a government system of lawfare and economic activity.
There are many benefits to disconnecting yourself from an identity that no longer fits. Remember, Boyd said that strategy is disconnecting your enemy from its centers of gravity and connecting to your own, and “… people are most important, ideas come second, and hardware is only third.” What shall we be? If you’re a Christian, you already have an identity and American Christians have foolishly identified themselves far too strongly with their nation-state identity. Christians in America can be thought of as subset of the larger legacy American identity. I’ve heard Americans refer to themselves as “Amerikaners.” Simply “Americans” might do. When I’m asked by a new “American” what I am, I just say I’m an American. The implication to them is that they’re not and they know it.
The question of identity is taking on some urgency in the twilight of both our republic and the nation-state system. Once you know who you are, it becomes easier to decide where you should be and what you want. Pilots use this format when making initial contact with a tower or approach: who you are, where you are, and what you want. This sounds a little like Boyd’s “Observe, Orient, Decide, Act (OODA).” We’ve gone one cycle through the OODA loop in this installment and have tried to get a better understanding of ourselves which is the hardest thing. In the next installment, we’ll try to understand our adversaries’ rainbow coalition and the assumptions it rests one and how it’s due for a spectacular and hilarious crack-up. Then we’ll close with a conservative vision for the future that really conserves something.
Masterpiece Cake Shop owner Jack Phillips has been called a Nazi even though his father fought the Nazis:
His own government has denigrated his beliefs. One Colorado official who decided his case said that religious freedom is a “despicable piece of rhetoric” that slave owners, Nazis, and people like Jack use to “hurt others.” (https://goo.gl/gW9Gjb) The reference to Nazis was particularly painful for Jack, whose father served in World War II and helped liberate a concentration camp.
Revelation 12:7-17 And there was war in heaven, Michael and his angels waging war with the dragon. The dragon and his angels waged war, 8 and they were not strong enough, and there was no longer a place found for them in heaven. 9 And the great dragon was thrown down, the serpent of old who is called the devil and Satan, who deceives the whole world; he was thrown down to the earth, and his angels were thrown down with him. 10 Then I heard a loud voice in heaven, saying,
“Now the salvation, and the power, and the kingdom of our God and the authority of His Christ have come, for the accuser of our brethren has been thrown down, he who accuses them before our God day and night.11 And they overcame him because of the blood of the Lamb and because of the word of their testimony, and they did not love their life even when faced with death. 12 For this reason, rejoice, O heavens and you who dwell in them. Woe to the earth and the sea, because the devil has come down to you, having great wrath, knowing that he has only a short time.”
13 And when the dragon saw that he was thrown down to the earth, he persecuted the woman who gave birth to the male child. 14 But the two wings of the great eagle were given to the woman, so that she could fly into the wilderness to her place, where she *was nourished for a time and times and half a time, from the presence of the serpent. 15 And the serpent poured water like a river out of his mouth after the woman, so that he might cause her to be swept away with the flood. 16 But the earth helped the woman, and the earth opened its mouth and drank up the river which the dragon poured out of his mouth. 17 So the dragon was enraged with the woman, and went off to make war with the rest of her [kchildren, who keep the commandments of God and hold to the testimony of Jesus.
As Solomon said and the above passage in Revelation demonstrates, there is a time for war. I don’t mean the physical jihad of Sunni mujahideen and their United States and Saudi sponsors against the Shi’a and Christians, but rather a cultural and spiritual war against liberals in our remaining Calvinist churches. God fights for us; Satan fights us with his angels and his children who are often in our own congregations. There is a war, and only Satan’s soldiers appear to be fighting now. But what is our casus bellum? Why bother?
The Presbyterian Church used to be the largest denomination in the United States and formed the brain and backbone of the WASP culture that fought the American Revolution and provided the intellectual capital of its founding documents. In public school, you were taught that Enlightenment thinkers like Hume were consulted by Deists like Franklin when they authored the Constitution, but this is a lie. Hume grew up in a culture of Calvinist thinking where his ideas were merely fashionable liberalism and cost him nothing unlike the Reformed jurists of the 16th and 17th century who paid for their ideas with persecutions and often their lives.
Without American Calvinism, particularly Presbyterianism, there is no WASP culture and no America. Samuel Huntington has said the same thing. Calvinists were once the majority of the population in the United States and now they might be 1-3% of it. To preserve what remains of this culture, regardless of what happens to the United States, we must find a way to fix Calvinism. Over the past 100 years, Presbyterianism has suffered defeat after defeat, first in the early 20th century when liberalism triumphed in the mainline PCUSA and now as some of its conservative offshoots follow liberalism in the form of Frankfurt school cultural Marxism, sexual sin and departure from the gospel. The PCA, in particular, comes to mind, though it’s not the only “conservative” denomination with problems. Larry Ball and Dewey Roberts give some helpful suggestions on how to fix problems in the denomination itself at the level of the presbytery and general assembly. This does not go far enough since the problems are also found in academia: the seminaries and Christian colleges. There are plenty of rich dads in these denominations that can work with other fathers to harry the liberal professors in the Presbyterian colleges and withhold donations from liberal seminaries until the liberal professors are expelled. Alternatively, conservative Presbyterian colleges can be established.
At the congregational level, liberal pastors need to be brought up on charges by their ruling elders. Ruling elders will have to actually rule. This means they need to be carefully selected by the congregation. Elect sensible, masculine men with real jobs. Avoid desk jockies like accountants, lawyers, and other men with little experience outside their white collar bubble who will put the pastor in his place when necessary and prevent him from going off into left field. This is necessary because too many pastors have very little real-world experience and have gone straight from liberal colleges to seminary. Consequently, they can be idealists in the worst way: gullible and accommodating towards SJWs, POC-racialists, homosexualists, and feminists and harsh towards anyone who speaks out against such a rainbow coalition of losers. The ruling elder must therefore be an effective counter-weight to the minister. He must also attend General Assembly where idealistic SJW ministers have an opportunity to swarm. At general assembly, he must flip over rocks and logs at general assembly and expose these swarms with effective rhetoric in the assembly and align himself with like-minded men after hours. Remember that liberals like to use the language of conservatives to conceal what’s in their black hearts, so what is in their hearts must be exposed.
Of course, such ruling elders are elected by their local congregations. Ensure that they are nominated and promoted. Ultimately, only the laity can solve this problem since the clergy have proven themselves unable. Pray hard for a new Reformation and do your duty. As I said at the outset, this is a time for war, not a time for peace. It’s a sin to proclaim peace with niceness when this isn’t the time for it.
Update: LGBT+ spreads in the PCA. The Seattle PCA minister hosting Revoice speakers is a perfect example of everything I wrote above: educated at the PCA college, worked in San Francisco and Manhattan (Tim Keller’s “City Church” fiefdom), and loves the good life.
CR Wiley has written on the effeminacy of the Western church. He is not alone. In the following video, Pastor Maxwell gives a good explanation of natural male and female differences. Nature is God’s second book of revelation (general revelation). Along with Pastor Maxwell, I hear women complain about the lack of real men and some have even told me they’re happy I have boys because I’ll make them into real men. Women were never asking us too become like them as the feminists say. Rather, feminists were asking us to put the them in their place. Conservative Protestant churches are better places for men than evangelical churches. I am not agreeable so I don’t fit into most evangelical churches and am generally a pariah.
Culture is religion externalized. Culture contains the word “cult.”
What is true for one person is equally true for a whole community of persons. In 1905, Max Weber, the renowned political economist and “founding father” of modern sociology, affirmed this fundamental truth for modern social scientists in his classic work, The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism. He argued that the remarkable prosperity of the West was directly attributable to the cultural, personal, and ethical prevalence of the Christian tradition. In contrast to so many other cultures around the globe, where freedoms and opportunities were severely limited and where poverty and suffering abounded, Weber found that faith brought men and nations both liberty and prosperity.
The Christian faith changes people. Therefore, the Christian faith changes culture.
It’s no mystery why the United States is coming apart. Fred Reed is an atheist and sees the de-Christianization and its fruits.
We look at mainline Protestant denominations nowadays and wonder how they became so pagan and homosexual. At the outset, when it wasn’t too late, conservatives tried to do something about theological liberalism but were betrayed by the moderates who didn’t want to rock the boat. More and more, I realize moderates are not my friends.
J. Gresham Machen, one of the few who took a stand against liberalism, was eventually defrocked by the mainline Presbyterian church (PCUSA). He started the Orthodox Presbyterian Church in 1936. Chances are you’ve never heard of this denomination of 55,000 people. It only has a small fraction of the people who originally composed the PCUSA which was the largest denomination for hundreds of years. King George III even believed that the American Revolution was essentially a presbyterian revolution.
This is relevant to people who say we need to turn back the clock or become what we were to recover our civilization. If you’re a Protestant conservative nowadays, and you’re reading this blog, chances are you’re surrounded by moderates who just want to enjoy the decline. If these people can’t take a stand on matters of eternity now, there’s no chance they’ll take a stand with you later should there be widespread persecution or some other calamity similar to Rome’s collapse in 420 AD.
I recommend finding people who think the same as you both theologically and politically sooner rather than later.
To understand the results of modern parenting, look no further than The Collapse of Parenting by Leonard Sax, MD. Sax is a pediatrician who has observed the results of Baby Boomers parenting the Millennial generation for 20 years. His observations are not a longitudinal study but are the best science we’re going to get nowadays. Martin Van Creveld echos many of Sax’s observations in Pussycats.
The data show that Millennials are poorer, marrying later if at all, and aimless, though some of us have established families and had children. This post is for Millennials trying to raise a family in an era where there’s no such thing as male and female.
The first step in having a family is getting married and having kids. Many Millennials are afraid to have kids because they’ve heard horror stories about months of sleepless nights. Mothers turn to online forums or doctors for advice. The forums are a black hole of hysterical liberal mothers who have no common sense and are obsessed with safety. If it were that hard to safely raise an infant, there wouldn’t be 7.5 billion people on earth. Disease killed most babies in the past, and we’ve mostly conquered disease. Doctors are another dearth of advice, because many don’t have children themselves and they pass along idiotic advice from “researchers.” The only book I can recommend for babies is The Happiest Baby on the Block by Harvey Karp, MD. The gist of his argument is there is no colic in the third world. Parents from tradition-based societies know how to keep their babies asleep rather than waking every 90 minutes. If you use his 5 Ss, your baby will sleep too. I have mountains of experimental confirmation of this. So, step 1 is have kids and don’t worry about it.
Once you have kids, the most important thing for them is that the parents stay together. If you’re a Christian, chances are you’ve heard very little preaching on the roles of husband and wife and their duties towards one-another. How can you stay married if you don’t know what marriage is? Strengthening Your Marriage by Mack is a good place to get a biblical understanding of marriage. So is Rev. Shawn Mathis’ series Life in Post-Christian America. Men, I highly recommend CR Wiley’s Man of the House. Once you understand marriage and gender, I recommend John Gottman for the mechanics of making a marriage work. He’s not a Christian. So what? He has studied marriage for 25 years and can predict divorce with 98% accuracy based on attributes of a marriage. He has devised a formula for staying married.
The next step, if you’re Christian parents, is to take your kids to a good church every Sunday. Never skip church. Having established regular church attendance, men, lead your children in worship at home. Church and family worship can prevent a lot of harm caused by the world, the flesh and the devil.
Now, let’s get onto the mechanics of parenting. The only good parenting expert is John Rosemond. He is technically a psychologist, but he claims to be a historian of parenting methods from an era when parenting worked. He has interviewed numerous old people and asked them how they raised their children before the invasion of parenting advice from child psychologists. As your child grows, start with Making the Terrible Twos Terrific and Toilet Training without Tantrums. Then read The Well-Behaved Child and A Family of Value. Rosemond’s parenting methods do not use corporal punishment but rather the loading of consequences onto the child using the assumptions that the parent is trying to mold a child in whose heart foolishness is bound. Rosemond converted to Christianity after writing most of his books, but he still agrees with his past advice. We couldn’t figure out discipline until we read The Well-Behaved Child. Spanking didn’t work. Consequently, we don’t spank. For a good introduction to Rosemond, he has a couple of short videos on PragerU here and here.
Both Rosemond and Wiley have good advice on how to vector your children into the productive world. Rosemond recommends that older children develop hobbies besides sports. Hobbies are things you do with your Hands, like Ham radio, chemistry sets, bushcraft, etc. “Leisure” comes from the Greek word for “school,” according to Wiley. Hobbies can be leveraged into small businesses and expertise in some field, since you tend to get good at your hobbies. Wiley recommends that men develop small businesses or home businesses by taking work home and making it a hobby. The hobbies of your children and your hobbies can thus overlap into a productive home economy. I think this is what many third-world parents do. Thus, they see their children as profit centers versus cost centers. Wiley, for his part, recommends getting kids into productive work so they can be seen as profit centers and therefore desirable. Martin Van Creveld similarly laments that kids aren’t allowed to work nowadays, so they’re not given valuable experience that helps them in the adult world. Benjamin Franklin said that kids as young as 5 should be working.
I don’t have time to summarize all of these books in detail, but if you desire to swim against the tide of cultural parenting filth, these are the books you need to read on your own. I will say that it’s very difficult and isolating to go against the grain of modern parenting culture, especially if you’re white. Maybe live in a Mexican neighborhood since Latin Americans actually have kids and like to box. I’m not really kidding. There are no ares with “good schools” nowadays anyway. This will be the subject of another series of posts.
The last half-decade has been an eye-opener for me. No sooner did 5 fools in black robes discover a right for two men to marry then that right was being used to target Christians who refused to participate in the neo-pagan rite of homosexual marriage. Bakers in Oregon were sued and their property confiscated. A baker in Colorado was sued, won his Supreme Court case, and is now being persecuted again by the state of Colorado for refusing to bake a cake celebrating transgenderism. Ministers have been sued for refusing to perform homosexual marriages. Meanwhile, the government’s services to the public continue to decline. The roads are rubble. Hordes of homeless haunt our cities. Illegal immigrants flood-in and murder. I’ve lived through disastrous fires that were preventable. I’ve watched my state threaten secession and fight with an elected president. Finally, I’ve watched a Deep State coup by our federal agencies after they unsuccessfully colluded to elect Hillary Clinton. It is to these federal agencies we now turn.
Last night, I attended a webinar on infiltration. The presenter gave a case study on the Bundy take-over of the federal building in the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge. The presenter gave weighty proof that at least 50% of Bundy’s group were federal infiltrators and informants, including the guys standing to right and left of this speaker.
The speaker went on to describe another Utah militia member loosely-affiliated with the Bundys who was also infiltrated and was later convicted of trying to blow up a federal building. The presenter pointed out that these people were responsible for their own actions but the infiltrators vectored their targets into these actions through encouragement. The government simultaneously uses its targets for propaganda purposes. The presenter said that much of the militia movement, even the people offering prepper training in firearms, is infiltrated. I wondered how it was legal for the government to guide and vector people into actions they otherwise wouldn’t commit. It is apparently perfectly legal, but obviously highly unethical. Many of our federal agencies are very close to becoming a Cheka.
I further wondered why the government spends so much time on these kooks when the drug cartels, Chinese, and Islamists are such a problem. It finally dawned on me: McVeigh. McVeigh blew up a federal building in the mid-90s in response to the Clinton administration and federal bureaucracy shooting a bunch of people at Ruby Ridge and barbecuing people in Waco. He was painted as a militia member and definitely looks the part. Even though this was almost a quarter-century ago, the government always fights the last war. Our military, for example, is still set up to fight a two-front war against two nation-states as we did in WWII. We’ve never learned the lesson from Vietnam so we continue to invade foreign countries with the intent of democratizing them like post-WWII Japan and Germany. Look at Russiagate – our government is still fighting the Cold War and thinks Putin is trying to re-constitute the USSR. Many defense industry people believe the same thing. We went to war with the Al Qaeda organization, but only after they flattened the WTC and attacked the Pentagon. They increased the amount of Muslim immigration after 2001, indicating they generally don’t see Islamism as a threat. We remain cozy with Saudi Arabia that supplied 11 out of 19 hijackers and therefore remain a state sponsor of terror.
The government fights who it sees as a threat, both foreign and domestic. Illegal immigrants wait on our bureaucrats and politicians in restaurants and make their hotel beds. The cartels have never attacked Washington. The Chinese haven’t bombed Pearl Harbor – they only steal IP and buy property and politicians which gives one government agency work to do about another.
Increasingly, though, the government will wage war against domestic enemies as its foreign influence continues to wane and Chinese power continues to grow. Martin Van Creveld said the same thing in “The Rise and Decline of the State.” The continuous defeats of nation-states by non-state actors in foreign wars is causing nation-states to turn their wars inward on their own citizens (subjects). It’s bad-enough that the government is failing in its basic duties such as building infrastructure, protecting borders, property, and life. Now, our government is like all the others where it looks after only itself indicating an increasing alienation between the government and at least half of the Americans governed.
As the century wears on, expect more palace politics in Washington, decreasing government competency and deliberate neglect of issues important to Americans, and wars between the government and all of the alternatives it’s inviting in from foreign countries. As the government’s own publications state: anticipate a new Dark Age. This will require not only strong households (families) described by CR Wiley but also networks of households to provide the services the government used to provide. Some states are in better shape than others, but ultimately the nation-state entity that is the US government is failing and the United States is a polyglot empire of 320 million, which is roughly the size of the USSR before it collapsed. The United States is united by mammon and very little else. If you network, there are risks. Even though the State is obviating itself, it still wants to be the only option. Bureaucrats know of very little outside their bubble . Be sure therefore to vet whoever is in your network.
This is a short story from CR Wiley’s “Man of the House” in which he compares corporations to huge giants devouring our youth. Last post, I talked about boycotting many of these corporations financially. Wiley also recommends we compete with them through small business and in-home production as far as possible. This also allows us to train our kids in the family business and deprive corporations of them. Corporations don’t want to hire Americans anyways. For all their talk about attracting top talent, the true amount they want to pay their workers is zero. As the United States continues to decline, expect indentured servitude to follow corporate wage slavery. We can avert Plantation America if we choose to. At least, those of us who want to can. The Bible warns you not to become a slave and to buy your freedom if you are one (1 Corinthians 7:21-23). Americans are in-between slavery and freedom, but we’re ready to become slaves since we’ve lost the ability to govern ourselves and our own households. Let’s turn around.
Now to Wiley’s allegory. My experience in corporate America agrees with this perfectly and I’ve wanted to start my own business for a long time. I think this book has finally convinced me to try it rather than think about it forever.
There were giants in the land in those days, but fewer people than there used to be. Now the giants were the typical sort—lumbering and hungry. But the people were very odd, most anyways. It wasn’t uncommon for a giant to reach right into a house and pluck up one of them while he watched television. No one seemed to mind. Sometimes it was even an occasion for tears of joy. Still, a few people managed to keep clear of the giants, and one of those people was named Jack. About this fellow Jack; he loved a farmer’s daughter. One day, as he crossed the countryside on his way to her father’s farm, he daydreamed of the daughter and the house they would build together. While he did, he came upon a freshly-ruined house. Flames had consumed its members and all the signs pointed to a giant. When Jack saw that the trail of ruin ran straight away towards the farmer’s house, Jack ran after. But he came too late. The giant had come and with the farmer’s daughter it had gone. The farmer-father remained and he wore a big smile.
“Yep, she’s gone,” he said, “and she deserved it too. Her grades were good, she’s worked hard—we’re very proud.” “But she’s been eaten by a giant!” said Jack. “And a big one too! One of the biggest around, isn’t it wonderful?” But Jack did not hear the farmer’s words. He was already running after the giant. And the giant wasn’t hard to track. Wherever it had passed, things were uprooted or broken. He found it towering behind the crest of a hill. It really was a big one. And it was impeccably dressed. It was lowering the farmer’s daughter into its capacious mouth just as Jack ran up. There Jack found himself in a crowd of people, each person shouting up, “Eat me, eat me too!” “Giant, spit her out!” Jack said. But he wasn’t heard over the others. “Fee, fi, fo, fum!” the giant said, its mouth full of farmer’s daughter. “We have one more opening; who’d like the job?” “Me! Me!” all the people said. When the giant reached down Jack saw his chance. He shoved a middle-aged man aside and grabbed onto the giant’s hand. “Age discrimination!” the man cried. “Fo, fum!” the giant said. “This one is a real go-getter. I can use his kind in sales!” At this point Jack could see that the giant was made up of people. Each digit on its six-fingered hand consisted of human bodies hopelessly twisted together—legs, arms, torsos—all knotted—either heads buried, or eyes blank. Being part of the giant looked painful, and as Jack rose into the air he heard whimpers. Now that he was high up he could see for miles. Wherever he looked he saw more giants. Some of them fought, rumbling and tumbling, crushing small towns and smashing family farms. Some were so large their heads were in the clouds. Still others were like mountains, with mouths like open volcanoes, other giants tossing things into them. Yet others practiced cannibalism, hunting smaller giants and eating them. Before Jack could be afraid, he was in the giant’s mouth. He found himself in a waiting room lined with white chairs. The farmer’s daughter was there. “Jack, what are you doing here?” “I’ve come to take you away.” “We’ve already discussed it—I have student loans, I need a job.” “Not here, not with a giant. Everyone is miserable here; can’t you hear?” It was hard to miss—groans came from every direction, the floor, the walls, even the chairs. That’s when the Mouthpiece rose from the floor. She was dressed in a red suit. “Welcome to Giant Corporation. I’m here to help you find your place,” she said. “Thanks, I’m ready to get started,” said the farmer’s daughter. “Stop!” said Jack. “I thought we had a future together, we talked about building a house.” “Jack, be practical.” “You don’t have to choose between a house and Giant Corporation,” said the Mouthpiece. “If you want to buy a little home our credit union can give you a loan.” “You see, we don’t have to choose, we can have it all,” said the farmer’s daughter. “That’s not what I mean,” said Jack. “Let’s get out of here—this is no place to spend your life.” “But how can we live if I don’t work?” “That’s it—giants take your life, and when you are all used up they just throw you away.”
“But you’re forgetting advancement and recognition,” said the Mouthpiece. “There are many opportunities in Giant Corporation.” Until this moment Jack had ignored the Mouthpiece. But this made him angry. “Recognition? From whom? People she doesn’t even like? Advancement? What’s that supposed to mean when nothing you work on is your own? Besides, a wife’s place is with her husband.” “Jack, please—you’re embarrassing me; we aren’t even married yet.” A clicking came from the Mouthpiece. Her head was turning and another face appeared. This one had eyes of flame, her hair stood on end, and her voice sounded like a raven’s. A finger of accusation rose. “Patriarchy! Oppression! Rape! Shame! Shame!” Jack began to tremble, but not with fear. “Hell no!” he said with so much force the Mouthpiece stepped back. “You are the oppressor! And you are a thief! You steal people from their homes!” Then Jack took her finger and bent it back on itself. “Shame on you . . . ,” Jack said. There was no cry of pain from the Mouthpiece, just more clicking as the head turned again. A new face appeared. This one was made of metal and had holes where eyes should be. “Business is business,” it said. “Nothing personal, but we’re going to have to let you go. Please leave by the nearest exit.” “Glad to, but I’m not leaving without her.” “Jack, I don’t know. It’s so risky.” “Come,” the robot said to the farmer’s daughter, “you must be processed.” It began pushing her toward a back door.
The room began to move. The ceiling lowered and the floor rose and the chairs revealed themselves to be accountants all in a row. They were chanting, “Crunch the numbers; crunch the numbers.” Jack jumped after the farmer’s daughter to pull her away, but instead they were both swept through the door. Then they fell. Down, down, Jack and the farmer’s daughter fell until they landed with a little splash into fluid, ankle-deep. They found themselves at the end of a line. Someone came up carrying a clipboard. Its voice was high and it wore shapeless bag-like clothes. “Oh my—aren’t you a buff fellow?” it said to Jack. “And you, with that shape, no mistaking you for anything but a woman now, is there?” it said to the farmer’s daughter. “No, won’t do, no need for any of that here.” “What is this place?” Jack said. “Processing, of course,” it said with hands on hips. “Didn’t they tell you upstairs?” “What’s the wet-stuff on the floor? It burns my feet,” said the farmer’s daughter. “That’s what we use to burn away anything that isn’t useful to the giant.” Jack looked at people further up in line; they all seemed bleached and limp. “Will it make us like them?” “Of course! Oh, I know what you’re thinking; don’t you worry, you two can still have your fun—after hours, mind.” It nudged Jack and sidled up to him. “We don’t judge here, you know, how you get your fun is none of the giant’s business. Why, I imagine a fellow like you gets lots of attention.” The farmer’s daughter took Jack’s arm. “We’d like to have children some day.” “Children?” it said taking an officious tone. “That’s wonderful, I suppose. Let me make a note of that. I should think a liberated woman would not want to limit herself in that way. You are liberated, aren’t you?”
Just then some liquid fell from the ceiling as from a bucket. “Ow!” the farmer’s daughter said, “My whole front is burning!” Jack felt the burning too, just lower down. “Oh, everyone says that at first,” the thing with the clipboard said. “But soon the burning goes away. From the looks of you that may take a little longer than normal, but don’t worry, eventually you won’t even remember what those parts are for.” Another deluge fell and the farmer’s daughter cried out in pain. “Quick, hold on to me,” Jack said. “I’m getting us out of here!” The farmer’s daughter wrapped herself around him. “Oooo, you two are a problem. We can’t process you this way!” the clipboard thing said. It tried to pull them apart. Jack reached up and grabbed an appendage that protruded from the wall. Then he saw that it was someone’s arm. Again he saw that the giant was nothing but people—all knotted together. He pulled himself up, the farmer’s daughter still clinging to him. “Stop!” the clipboard thing said, feebly trying to hold onto Jack. Jack kicked it away and then began to climb. He saw the hole in the ceiling and he steered toward it. Once he passed through it he looked up and saw that he still had a long climb ahead of him. Fortunately he got some help along the way. People in the walls, those whose heads weren’t buried anyway, pushed them along. A few even wanted to come. “Please take me with you,” one face said pitifully. “I don’t like it here, I’d do anything to get out.” “If you don’t like it, why did you come here in the first place?” said the farmer’s daughter.
“When I was young,” the face said, “everyone wanted to be part of a giant—it just seemed the thing to do. And I believed what the Mouthpiece said. Now I know it’s all lies.” “I can’t carry you and her, “ Jack said. “Besides, you need to work yourself loose.” “Well, I don’t know about that,” said the face. “Won’t I fall?” “Maybe, but it’s a risk you’ll have to take if you ever want to get out.” When the face heard that, it was sorrowful. Then a rumble came from above. “Ahem! I seem to have something caught in my throat!” the giant said. Inside, great spasms welled up from below and Jack and the farmer’s daughter were thrown up and out into the light of day. Still clinging to each other, they fell onto a soft patch of ground. The giant looked down at what it had spat out. “An indigestible bean!” it said. With one of its massive feet it pressed Jack and the farmer’s daughter down deep. The indigestible bean was now hidden in the ground and the giant went on its way. But the bean put down roots and began to grow, and up sprang a leafy vine. In time it came to shelter Jack and his wife, and even feed them. It would be the joy of their life together and they tended it every day. Why, it even lived on after they died, and over the years it managed to shelter their children and their children’s children. And that’s about as happy an ending as can be hoped for in this world.
Wiley, C. R.. Man of the House: A Handbook for Building a Shelter That Will Last in a World That Is Falling Apart (Kindle Locations 1062-1072). Resource Publications, an Imprint of Wipf and Stock Publishers. Kindle Edition.
Business used to be about profits. Now many corporations have become so profitable by eliminating barriers to entry that they’ve turned to moralizing. This has happened through State Capitalism, defined by Lind as
capitalism where cozy relationships between business and government change the basis for a company’s success from building a better product at a lower price to getting special deals from government. Also known as “rent seeking”, state capitalism leads to ever-larger and more powerful corporate entities because the bigger a company is, the more money it has to give to politicians, and the more money it gives to politicians the less appetite the government has to rein in bad corporate behavior. State capitalism leads to a society with a tiny, super-wealthy elite and an even-poorer middle class. This is what the “yellow vests” in France are protesting, in what I think is only the beginning of a powerful political movement. There is an alternative to state capitalism: not socialism, which impoverishes everyone, but a regulated market that has strict limits on scale. Most finance, production, and consumption should be local.
If it’s not obvious already, you should be giving your money to local family-owned businesses as far as possible. Every chain restaurant, aside from Chik Fil-A or In ‘n Out burger, is owned and run by State Capitalist conglomerates who use their profits to enslave you through legislation and the legal system. Use your boycott while you still can. This works. Dick’s Sporting goods is having to re-purpose parts of its stores used for hunting because hunters won’t shop there anymore after Dick’s took a stand against the second amendment. Firearms manufacturers also severed ties.