That would be the horror vacui, the abhorrence of a vacuum by Mother Nature. (An aside: I don't like the term Mother Nature. It's too formal. I alway suspected guys who called their mama Mother to be Little Lord Fauntleroys, which is a kind way of saying fluttering cocksuckers. At any rate, I see Mother Nature as an emotionless, violent, and unfocused monster. More Ma Barker than Mother Teresa. If Gaia could be corporealized, I imagine she would be smoking a cheap cigar, drunk to dishevelment, and liable to have runs in the stockings rolled below her corpulent thighs. So it's Ma Nature to me).
But to the plenum. For many years the vacuum existed on the conservative side. The nature of the classical liberal is to eschew action for the sake of action. Not so the leftist. He is always abuzz and animated with the next great social upheaval, the one that will finally fix all of humanity's ills. It is always action, action, action. March, protest, legislate when possible, cajole and threaten if necessary. If that does not work engage in dirty tricks. Steal elections. Stuff ballot boxes with the votes of the deceased and deranged. Legislate from the bench when public opinion is inconvenient. Prevaricate about the goals and the opposition. Consort with the enemy for cheap political gain at the cost of citizens' lives.
John Q. Public is not politically savvy. He follows politics loosely as a rule, and misguidedly presumes his representatives have his best interests at heart. He is a fool, of course. He will soon be parted with his freedom, and his money. Into this vacuum of public apathy swarm the progressives like the dread marabunta ant. The conservative, conflict averse, absorbed in the personal, is blindsided by the terrible actions that fill the vacuum he had not known existed.
In Massachusetts today we witnessed a turning of the tide, a reversal of the horror vacui. John Q. Public has awakened from his slumber, and seen the true vacuum: the empty promises, vacuous lies, hollow souls, and empty brainpans of the left. After decades of promising more, delivering less, and robbing the public blind it has become apparent it was all a shell game, a dastardly Ponzi scheme that did not even benefit the poor, but Goldman Sachs and their ilk of thieves masquerading as capitalists. Not that the recipients mattered: it was the theft by taking that rankled the soul of the average American in the first place. Wither the largesse has always been immaterial. And now, in one fell swoop, the message has been nailed to the door like Luther's theses:
Fuck with me at your peril. For even as I tolerate the bully on the bus, or the inebriate at the bar, I will eventually come upon the bitter end of my rope. That time is now, and now is the time for you to follow me behind schoolyard and tavern, and tremble in anticipation. That taste in your mouth is failure, and fear.
Posted by Velociman at January 19, 2010 7:33 PM