THE LEFT'S ILLUSIONS AND ITS FOLLOWERS' DELUSIONS: SELLING WHAT CANNOT BE SOLD

The political Left is selling something that cannot be sold.

I don’t know the product’s precise name, or concept, or delivery. It’s something like Utopia. Nirvana (free needles and drugs, anyone?) It’s something like… Equality/Equity/Diversity/Inclusion/Love/Peace/and the ultimate arrival at the Warmth of Collectivism versus Rugged Individualism. The latter is Mamdani’s expressions and associated goal[s] - thus, the elimination of rugged individuals like me (and a continuance of the Left’s war on men, masculinity, and testosterone).

I guess we can call it all what the Left and the Democratic National Committee now call it, or sees it as, or sells it as: Democratic-Socialism.

In the case of all that, the attendant benefits - the “products” - are the eradication of Nazi-ism, Nazis, MAGA, MAGAists, racism, racists, fascism, fascists, patriotism, patriots, old-school democrats, old-school liberals, conservatives, Republicans, Independents, and more… in other words, anyone who is not a Democratic-Socialist. (Or, more accurately, a Communist).

And, by extension, anyone who does not acknowledge their residency on “stolen land” will be painted as the aforementioned Nazi, etc. Oh, the irony. The native tribes of North America warred amongst themselves, “stole” land (to the victor go the spoils, hence the quotes), “raped” the losers (technically, there was no “rape,” it was not against their law to mount anyone they liked), and then busied themselves putting feathers on their heads while they lived in teepees and used holes and trenches for plumbing. (So inspiring! So… so… spiritual! Remember that when you’re on your next “native” retreat as you wipe your butt with a handful of leaves and twigs - just as the natives did from whom you stole the land!). Being that the Left does not believe in borders, there should be nothing wrong with past natives’ “appropriation” of land and women.

Then, ya see, a much, much bigger tribe - aka “The White Man,” crossed the ocean because he’d engineered sailing ships and charted stars while others were scratching and pooping in the dirt, and he warred and took the spoils of war. Crossing the ocean shouldn’t be problematic for the Left because… there are no borders.

But back to selling what cannot be sold.

This seeming paradox - “the selling of that which cannot be sold” - makes sense (i.e., is not a paradox) by this: The Left is selling an idea - for a something that cannot be sold because the latter not a product. Leftists love ideas but they will never attain the idea’s promise, nor hold (possess), what they believe the product to be: A perfect life, a perfect society (fair, just, benevolent, etc.), buoyed by the perfect political philosophy and associated actualizations…

…rather, we remain with Life as it is and always will be:

Life is not fair. Life is a grind. People are not fair (by nature, disposition, or acts). We contend with malevolence and betrayal: Luminaries are few and far between. We attempt redress where and when we can - as imperfect as even that is. The physical world is not fair: Car crashes, falls, disfigurations (as by birth, personal attack, war, etc.), disease, illness, fire, flood, and so on: What I call malevolence and betrayal on one side of the coin, and brute random chance and circumstance on the other). Life is a bitch and then you die. Meantime, try to be decent as you go about your slow march to certain death, by one means or another, and improve a few things around you - including yourself and to include the wretched pile of humanity. I’m talking to grownups, here. Anyone else can go suck their thumb.

Socialism, and its kissing (incestuous) cousin, Communism (to me they’re the same), has never worked. Not in Cuba. Not in Argentina. Not in Venezuela, the Soviet Union, Russia, China (buoyed as it is by slave/child labor), Vietnam, Bolivia, Nicaragua, Laos, Angola, (the former) East Germany, Mozambique, Costa Rica, Cambodia, Czech Republic, Burundi, Zimbabwe, and more. That is, it has never delivered anything other than empty store shelves, hardship, hunger, poverty, despair, speech codes, political persecution, gallows, gulags, and a state apparatus that whisks people away and kills or imprisons them on pretenses and actuals of simple criticisms of that state. Maybe I should have placed Great Britain on that list - they are now imprisoning people for Tweets. Tweets!

As an aside, the British police let a victim, a young white man, knifed, bleed to death while his “person of color” (under color of privilege as a POC [POS?]) was assumed to be the “victim”… of… brace yourself… RACISM!!! The police actually rolled the white victim over to handcuff him as he bled out and likely exacerbated his bleeding. It certainly didn’t help and a call for help was fatally delayed. Britain is lost: thank a dirty leftist. Can Britain be found? You tell me.

Here is one of my explanations of socialism, but only one, democratic or otherwise:

You have a farm (as my father did - albeit, a “hobby” farm: robust none-the-less). Yours produces food - a massive crop harvest of corn, tomatoes, beans, pees, fruit - and a huge amount of meat. Beef, pork, poultry, and more, You have tractors, combines, storage for feed, refrigeration, conveyor belts and contracts for sale and transport. You have farmhands.

A notice comes in the mail. Democratic Socialism has delivered “Collective Farming” to your area. You will now share tractors (and all other equipment) with your area’s particular cut-out of farms, their related subscription to, and occupancy of, Farm Collective and Region #143.

You share equipment by placing your needs on the collective calendar of sign-out for that equipment. You have to compete with other farms by contacting authorities in an envelope of time, hoping you can get tractors, combines, etc. during the critical windows for planting, harvest, slaughter, transport, etc.

If the stars align, you show on the appointed date for procuring the tractor reserved for you. Oh, oh! No tractor is available! Why not? It broke down. No other tractors can be made available because there is already a domino effect from the shuffling of all kinds of defective equipment and competition for collective tools. Why isn’t the tractor repaired? Well, the person who was supposed to be a tractor mechanic was a DEI schlub who broke more things than he fixed. He was let go, but only after much, much consternation (and breakages) - he was a person of color, after all. How did it break down in the first place? No one changed, topped the oil. You see, when you own nothing (and are happy - as in the socialist dictum: You will own nothing and be happy) and nothing is owned by anyone (other than the state - and you know how that goes), no one takes care of anything. Not like you would your own tractor.

But the Left continues its sale of democratic socialism… which is really its supposed products - that which it will produce: That Utopia, etc.

But Utopia - or even a “better world” (whatever that is) cannot be sold, produced, or delivered by democratic socialism. DS will have a delivery, however.

That delivery will be as always: Hunger, famine, disease, illness, poverty, war, and an overall desperate human condition.

Democrats, the political Left, democratic socialism will deliver misery.

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Today’s quote courtesy Phil Lynott, Thin Lizzy:

“Is there anyone here with any Irish in them?… Are there any girls who would like a little more Irish in them?” - Stage patter from “Live and Dangerous,” the live double-album released June 1978.

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David Scott is a U.S. Army veteran (HQ, 500th Military Intelligence Brigade [Japan]; 1st Personnel Command [1st PERSCOM, Europe]; Office of the Deputy Chief of Staff for Operations and Plans [ODCSOPS, Pentagon], more) and a retired Fortune500 I.T. executive (Young & Rubicam, Inc., DC-NY; Burson-Marsteller, LLC, DC-NY; ShuffleLabs, Inc., Virginia, more) as well as employment at major non-profits (Nat’l. Food Processors Assoc., N. VA [now GMA]; Water Environment Federation, N. VA, more); as well as TS contract work for clients (most notably BCP, Int., Alexandria, VA). Mr. Strain has passed four FBI background checks in association with his work and firearms. He is also the author of the novel THE GRIM GRIND OF LIFE: A PI’s Strange Bounces through a Surfeit of Eateries, Juke Joints, and Dark Doorways (2020) and A Bohemian in a Precarious Belfry - Vol. I: Poetry & Prose (2023). (Available on Amazon - Kindle and paperback). Prior, he authored the MBA-text I.T. WARS: Managing the Business-Technology Weave in the New Millennium (UofW, UofMD, others).