The Perpetual Three-Dot Column
The Perpetual Three-Dot Column
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by Jesse Walker

Sunday, November 06, 2005
QUOTATIONS ON A SUNDAY:
He may then find himself in a difficult predicament. If he calls himself a liberal, he discovers that he is supposedly committed to a policy of accommodation with the Russian Government. If he opposes a pro-Soviet policy he is welcome to the camp of the Catholic Church and the Manufacturer's Association. If he eschews both camps, he is condemned for lack of principle. If he should support the rights of the workingman or minority and racial groups, he is a Red. If at the same time he believes in Constitutional Government and individual rights, he is also a Fascist.
That's
Jack Parsons, writing in 1946. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to feel the warm glow of recognition. You don't even have to be a gullible mystic getting conned and cuckolded by L. Ron Hubbard.

Meanwhile, here's Forrest McDonald, in the excellent E Pluribus Unum, riffing on the happily anarchic social order of one New England state in the 1780s:
In sort, most New Hampshirites had already achieved the taxless, shiftless utopia which most Americans cherished as a secret dream, and for which "republicanism" and "unalienable rights" were merely euphemisms.
Damn straight.


posted by Jesse 5:32 PM
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