Congresswoman Ocasio-Cortez predicting the end of the world in twelve years unless we all enlist in her Green New Deal with a conservative sticker price of 50 trillion dollars. She truly is a dope, but she has a born demagogue’s skill at threatening imminent disaster unless we immediately, without debate, buy all the snake oil she is peddling. In a recent poll, seventy-four percent of Democrat respondents said they would vote for her if she were old enough to run for President. However, that age proscription is in the racist Constitution crafted by old dead white men in 1787, and certainly will not be of consequence to the Latina Messiah hell bent on bringing us green socialism? If a civil war does come to this fair land of freedom, I doubt if Ocasio-Cortez will look so humorous in retrospect.
The Barbarian hopes — and that is the mark of him, that he can have his cake and eat it too. He will consume what civilization has slowly produced after generations of selection and effort, but he will not be at pains to replace such goods, nor indeed has he a comprehension of the virtue that has brought them into being. Discipline seems to him irrational, on which account he is ever marvelling that civilization, should have offended him with priests and soldiers…. In a word, the Barbarian is discoverable everywhere in this, that he cannot make: that he can befog and destroy but that he cannot sustain; and of every Barbarian in the decline or peril of every civilization exactly that has been true.
We sit by and watch the barbarian. We tolerate him in the long stretches of peace, we are not afraid. We are tickled by his irreverence; his comic inversion of our old certitudes and our fixed creed refreshes us; we laugh. But as we laugh we are watched by large and awful faces from beyond, and on these faces there are no smiles.