One of my favorite television series is the modern Doctor Who. Yeah, I’m kind of geeky like that.
In the eighth episode of the sixth series, Let’s Kill Hitler, the Doctor and his companions accidentally save Adolph Hilter in 1938 Berlin, as he is about to be tortured and killed by the Teselecta, a sort of time-traveling justice department. The irony in the situation is that they showed up to kill Hitler themselves, and in the end, neither side kills Hitler because they discover an even bigger war criminal in their midst.
I’m reminded of the episode for some reason when I read Mike Hendrix’s Proclamation this morning.
In that post, Hendrix goes on a (perfectly justifiable) rant against California Senator Dianne Feinstein. She is one of many Senators who feels that the Constitution is malleable and fleeting, something to use once and discard like a snot-filled tissue. It is Feinstein’s argument that popularity should matter more than natural rights… rather obviously an immoral position that allowed for slavery, relegated women to a role a second-class citizens, and yes, disarmed minorities prior to democides around the world that put 262 million souls to death in the 20th Century.
What Feinstein and her fellow politicians are proposing with gun control laws across the nation and in Congress aren’t merely wrong. They are evil.
We can look to recent history to see the mass graves in Cambodia and China, the smoke pouring from the ovens in Germany and Poland, the corpses stacked on the frozen tundra of Siberia, and bleached bones scattered across the deserts of Turkey.
In each an every instance, mass civilian disarmament preceded the democidal targeting of minorities polarized, demonized, and then exterminated by the majority.
262 million dead, killed by their own governments… those are the wages of gun control. It makes the number killed in wars between nations and domestic crimes pale in comparison. It makes the 25 million Bill Ayers and Bernadine Dohrn and the rest of the Weathermen predicted would have to be exterminated look shockingly prophetic.
If you open your eyes, my fellow Americans, the battle lines are being clearly drawn for a Second American Revolutionary War.
One one side are the ultra-conservative statists and collectivists (though they call themselves “progressives”), those that believe in the diminishing or eliminating of individual rights to achieve social harmony and societal homogamy. Uniformity is their goal, and they view it as a necessity in their highly urban environments where the exercise of any meaningful individual liberties—not the skin-deep liberties of appearance—cause chaos.
On the other side are the classical liberal values, those that flow to us from thousands of years of enlightened philosophy, which carried us through every dark age imposed by power-mad statists, which fed the Enlightenment and ultimately formed the views of natural rights which inspired the men who wrote our Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and our Bill of Rights. This is the side of individual liberty, freedom, and growth.
Both sides are now separated by a common language, just as we were in 1775.
We use the same words, talking about the same things, and yet the meaning of those same words are understood far differently. The world views are too dissimilar. We cannot talk with one another. Orwell’s 1984 is upon us, and words no longer mean what they mean.
This will be a war not between nations or states, but between urban and rural. Urban areas have the advantage in population, technology, and trade. Rural areas have the advantage in land, practical skills, food growth and power generation. Cities cannot supply themselves. The eventual outcome seems assured, though hundreds of thousands or millions may fall before that inevitability is recognized.
It may be cathartic to warn politicians that they are pushing this nation towards a cataclysmic war, but they can’t hear you. They speak a different language.
It may feel necessary to threaten politicians, but I assure you that all they hear from that threat is that their ideas must be excellent to face so much resistance from the great unwashed they imagine us to be. In the end, the threats and the cajoling and the speeches simply won’t matter.
You know what the ultimate irony of “Let’s Kill Hitler” was? Even if Mels or the Teselecta had managed to kill Adolph Hitler in 1938, it probably wouldn’t have stopped things and indeed, might have even made them worse. Hitler was elected in democratic elections, reflecting a popular viewpoint shared by tens of millions. His death wasn’t going to stop World War II, and it wasn’t going to chance the viewpoints of the millions of Germans that had embraced his view of the world.
At some point, wars become inevitable.