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Entry: Neocons and the Left: Know Your Enemies Link: http://www.takimag.com/site/article/neocons_and_the_left_know_your_enemies#2459 Post contents: 1. Oh, no! Not Judeophobia and race AGAIN! (<i>Oh, yes ... again.</i>) “Charm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love; it kills art; I greatly fear, my dear Charles, it has killed <i>you</i>.” Thus the serpent-tongued Satan in <i>Brideshead Revisited</i> (1960 ed. p. 246). “Genetic endowment” and the “genetic and heritable quality of intelligence” is the lipstick on the pig of racialism. American historical sensibility reaches its far horizon in five minutes. For Scientific Racialism did not enter the world with the bang of Blitzkrieg, the brawl and bellow of the <i>Horst Wessel Lied</i>, the thumbing jackboots of the <i>Badenweiler Marsch</i>, the ghastly flicker of the SA torchlight parade through the Brandenburg Gate, the Satanic revelries of the Nürnberger <i>Parteitag</i>, or the stench from the ovens of Auschwitz. It also did not begin in Scottsboro (or with the Trenton Six, you Yankees). It began, rather, with the soft gentle tingle of the harpsichord obligato and the mellifluous and dulcet strings strokes in the chamber music of Sweet Reason, all in the shady “Olive Grove of Academe/[...] where the Attic Bird/Trills her thick-warbl’d notes the summer long; /There the flow’ry hill Hymettus with the sound/of Bees’ industrious murmur oft invites/to studious musing” (thus Satan Proper, <i>Paradise Regained</i>, iv. l. 244f). It began, in other words, with the work of the Count de Gobineau. We know how it ended. Note kindly that I am not calling anyone a “racist”; that tactic I’ll leave to Cultural Marxist McCarthyites. That said: Race is the g-g-great American vice. It does not exist (anymore) outside the egg-frying asphalt and tick-infested garden lawns of this land. It blots and blights everything it touches. It kills High Culture; it kills schools (I saw it!); it kills friendships; it kills calm intellectual debate and serious “studious musing” (be it on blogs or the boob-tube); it kills any reception of a proper understanding of Lincoln’s War and Reconstruction; it killed the Civil Rights Movement; it killed Vital Center/New Deal “liberalism”; it killed The New Left; it has killed Paleoconservatism; David Frum thinks it will kill Cultural Marxism (“multiculturalism” tipping over into neo-nationalism); it will kill utterly any chance for an “Old Right” revival; and I greatly fear, my dear posters on this blog, that it has k-k-killed some of <i>you</i>. Sad. 2. To say something positive, inasmuch as my favorite books are <i>Pollyanna</i> and <i>Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm</i>, I actually like the idea of a Heaven View Holiness, Old Time Gospel, True Vine, Four Square, Missionary Alliance, Primitive Old Right revival, – the camp meeting gathered at the river, under the tent, with Kirkan testimonials, Bourbon Democrat altar calls, Charles Lindbergh shape note singing, John T. Flynn righteous shouting, Ayn-Rand Amen corners, Barry-Goldwater total immersions, Frank-Meyer missionary appeals, the slain in the Albert-Jay-Nock spirit, the speaking in Buckley-tongues, Hell-Fire-and-Mencken preaching, Richard Weaver sermonics, Charles Coughlin foot-washings, and a place where the true believers can touch the relics of Bob Taft. Maybe, in a spot relegated way far out back by the ice cream truck, Robert Welch snake-handling. Why, I think I’d feel right at home. How many sinners it would convert I can’t say. Sent at: 2008 05 16