Never in our history has democracy been in such desperate need of a sincere representative of the little people. Ruthless collectivists working toward utopian dictatorship are conducting a crusade against identity and labels, culture and social structure. Their aggressive tactics have been triggering a backlash by populists and other smallies against groupthink and the nanny state, but most conservatives and libertarians have gone into hiding since the Democratic People’s Republic began siccing their state-sanctioned popup militias on them. If the purpose of society is to close the circle and protect the group, who is to protect the individual, families and small businesses? Are our troubles better eased on the microcosmic level by fixing us humans one hard case at a time (with a mute button or a needle, for example), or do we need an overarching philosophy that will carry us through the turmoil and settle us back down? The philosopher in me insists that what any human can imagine is true and legitimate, but compromise is impossible in the midst of a social civil war where ideas that few would support in peacetime get weaponized. But we need to get started somewhere, and in order to root out an evil, we must put a label on that evil. That label reads Marxism and Karl Marx, the founder with the crippled sense of humanity.
And assuming that this is the end, can an empire undergo a rebirth or renaissance? What would it take: war; the demise of its enemies; a special leader; an idea or invention; new territory or people? What about. . . to be continued
