Sunday, February 3, 2019

NIALL FERGUSON Discusses the [Essentially Negligible] Differences Between MARXISM  and FASCISM in a Calm, Level, Thoughtful, Elegant, Eminently Erudite Tone 


What a Pleasure it is to Hear a Fine, Well-Spoken, Well-Informed Gentleman Discuss Vital Issues Without Succumbing to the Temptation to Indulge in a Strident, Quasi-Hysterical Manner Too Highly Reminiscent  of Ameruan News Pundits Doing Their Level Best to Emulate Chicken Little!

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  1. HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
    Enwrought with golden and silver light,
    The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
    Of night and light and the half-light,
    I would spread the cloths under your feet:
    But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
    I have spread my dreams under your feet;
    Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.



    - William Butler Yeats, "He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven"

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    1. I appreciate this, apparent, softening of his usual hard-edged dismissal of the vaue of faith.

      HERE he is at least partially right. It has been my contention for several decades that in essence we ARE what we THINK or CHOOSE to
      BELIEVE.

      ... And when he was demanded of the Pharisees, when the kingdom of God should come, he answered them and said, The kingdom of God cometh not with observation: - Neither shall they say, Lo here! or, lo there! for, behold, THE KINGDOM OF GOD IS WITHIN YOU."

      ~ Luke 17:20-21 - KJV

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  2. Marxism is a secular dream of perfection. Every peasant has one. It is a simpleton's dream.

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    1. AS I came over Windy Gap
      They threw a halfpenny into my cap,
      For I am running to Paradise;
      And all that I need do is to wish
      And somebody puts his hand in the dish
      To throw me a bit of salted fish:
      And there the king is but as the beggar.

      My brother Mourteen is worn out
      With skelping his big brawling lout,
      And I am running to Paradise;
      A poor life do what he can,
      And though he keep a dog and a gun,
      A serving maid and a serving man:
      And there the king is but as the beggar.

      Poor men have grown to be rich men,
      And rich men grown to be poor again,
      And I am running to Paradise;
      And many a darling wit’s grown dull
      That tossed a bare heel when at school,
      Now it has filled an old sock full:
      And there the king is but as the beggar.

      The wind is old and still at play
      While I must hurry upon my way,
      For I am running to Paradise;
      Yet never have I lit on a friend
      To take my fancy like the wind
      That nobody can buy or bind:
      And there the king is but as the beggar


      -William Butler Yeats, "Running to Paradise"

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  3. I share your condemnation of the "Strident, Quasi-Hysterical Manner" employed by ideological shills on all sides. It has reduced political discourse to noise pollution.

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    1. An excellent description of the gosip-bench, comic-book-style imbecility we get from TV "News" every day.

      Thank you.

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    1. Your remark shows no evidence that you listened to anything Mr. Ferguson had to say.

      Sorry, Steve, but we require our guests to post ON-TOPIC, unless they have something of TRAORDINARY INtEREST to share –– such as a bona fide announcement that poor, old RBG has in FACT passed on. Or that a BOMB was exploded INSIDE the Oval Office destroying most of the historic place, but thankfully harming no one inide the building. You know –– StUFF LIKETHAT.

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  7. Agree your assessment Franco, Problem is no one cares anymore. Not the ones who need to. The rest of us are already in the choir.

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    1. If that be true, Kid, the very BEST thing we could hope to do with the rest of our lives woud be to KEEP ON SINGING –– even as the bastards pump us full of lead –– or light the fire laid at our feet while we are strapped helpless to a post in THEIR benighted Public Square.

      There ae LOTS of things worse than what-we-think-of-as DEATH.

      Succumbing to the EVILS of TYRANNY and POVERTY engendered by DESPOTISM is high on that list.

      Yes. i AM saying "BETTER DEAD THAN RED"

      KEEP ON SINGING even as you take your very last breath.

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    1. There is an evil hypocrite
      ___ who dogs my every move
      I 'd love to rid myself him
      ___ by giving him a shove
      From atop a tall skyscraper
      ___ of jagged rocky cliff
      But all that's left to me to do
      ___ is think and act "as if."
      If ill will were material
      ___ as knife blades or hot lead
      I can assure the multitudes
      ___ this bastard would be dead!

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  9. That magnificence of Yeats' stately verse is as chillingly thrilling as ever, but I thank God I still have it in me to RESIST succumbing to his fearful cynicism and apparent lack of faith

    God IS the ultimate GOOD.

    He MUST be, or life is not worth living.

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  10. “There is a principle which is a bar against all information, which is proof against all arguments, and which cannot fail to keep a man in everlasting ignorance—that principle is contempt prior to investigation.” - Herbert Spencer

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