BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON
By 449 Quentin
It is Tuesday, March 13, 2007 and the editorial page of the New York Times are worried that the folks that rape and murder children are not getting treated fairly out there in the heartland.
Part of the problem is that the mega Liberals that write for The Times are an edgy lot and their nerves are frayed from the long commute they endure each day being bussed in from another planet. They do not understand that the vast majority of people that live on this planet would like to do far more than the laws allow to someone who rapes a child. Most of us understand that even if the child is lucky enough to survive that their life is forever shattered. The Times brimming with empathy for the predators writes the following. “When you consider the recent explosion of laws designed to keep sex offenders at bay-restricting where they can live and work, forcing them to the literal fringes of society, like some human form of toxic waste“.
Evidently treating these sub human monsters in this way offends the sensibilities of the good folks in the editorial room. What they don’t get is that almost everybody out there from coast to coast would like to see these predators dealt with a bit more harshly. But that is not the point.
America is not run to give the majority of it’s citizens anything but thankless toil. America is run by lawyers and lobbyists and wealthy power elites. The point is that these people , far removed from the citizenry, have so much power. They own and run the media. They get to promote who they want for the next election be it federal, state or local. If they want Hillary Clinton in, they will lob her fat softball questions if they want Rudy Giuliani out they will stick a microphone in front of his weasel of a son so that he can spout hatred for his father that he learned at his mother’s knee.
Their intention is to stick Rudy into the middle of a family feud that is ugly in private and downright horrible in public. Later they will devote a page or two in order to paint Dick Chaney as mean spirited. They are the ones who are mean spirited. But that doesn’t matter either. They are in control and cannot be stopped. They in the end will decide how we deal with a repeat offender who kidnaps a little girl, then tortures her for a couple of days and then buries her alive. They are concerned not with punishing him but in rehabilitating him and restoring him to freedom. For some perverse reason they feel his pain not the pain of his victims. It doesn’t matter that the people who do not write for the Times disagree.
All of the little people out there from sea to shining sea do not count. The guys and gals that drive the trucks, wash the dishes and get the kids off to school do not have a say in the matter. The privileged elites run the media show and the country. They rule even though they do not understand the simplicity of the interactions that occur at every level between good and evil. The moral compass that they live by is so out of whack that they can’t hear the moans of a terrified child or taste the bitter salt in her last tears as they flow down her innocent cheeks. None of that matters because they get to decide who holds power in America. They can take a political party that includes a murderer, an ex Klansman and a man who used the oval office to seduce a girl young enough to be his daughter and make that party pure as the driven snow. Their power is boundless. The wings that they have fashioned have let them soar beyond where mortals were meant to go. Soon the heat of the sun will work its will on those wings of hubris. Then the plunge into the cold watery depths will consume the America that they have fashioned in their image.
After that America will exist only in the pages of history. Pages stained with the tears of people who will salute the memory of Washington, Lincoln, Teddy and Franklin, as well as MacArthur and Patton. Those heroic men, along with the battles at Gettysburg, Iowa Jima and countless others will live on in myth and memory. Whispered from father to son around the amber glow of backwoods campfires.
Americans will weep like the Children of Israel wept at the rivers of Babylon. Like the Israelites the Americans too will weep for lost glory. The stories, the names and the battles will live on in tear stained myth and legend. But no one will remember the names of the little men who wrote for the New York Times.
