Ed Driscoll » 538 Ways to Live, Work and Play Like a Liberal Fascist
It is mildly surprising that Krebs could not cook up an additional 65 rules so that the rules of for Liberals could equal in length the list of 613 rules for observant Jews in the Bible. For control freaks there may be a special frisson that comes from deniably duplicating and mocking the pretensions of the stodgy old Judeo-Christian god. The number of rules is now arbitrary, padded out like a College sophomore adding adjectives and adverbs to make a paper fit the expected minimum length.
Is this Krebs related to the great scientist who traced the flow of energy through biological systems? One devoted himself to discovering knowledge that spurred further research and development; leading to longer, richer and more creative and meaningful lives for billions. The other has devoted himself to pushing a collection of frauds and confidence games supported by hate, fear, envy and pseudo science to convince people to lead more impoverished and miserable lives in a country that under the plunder and auto-emasculation it is being subject to under the guidance of his ideological companions will be increasingly unable to change the world for the better.
The bad news is that human beings are capable of being trapped in an irrational death spiral, not only as damaged individuals who become self destructive but also as communities. The Khmer choose to fade into the jungle rather than defend their empire from the advancing Thai and Viet. Gibbon felt possibly incorrectly that the Western Roman empire was deliberately abandoned to the barbarians because of the flight of Christians from faith in the City of the Caesars to the City of God. We obviously do not know much about the quitters in history because they ceased to exist.
The good news is that while a small number of people become life long devotees of religious disciplines like Marxism, and vast numbers can become swept up in passing enthusiasm for what projects a display of power, few will become seriously enamored over time to a cult of failure that depends on kitschy social pressures as effervescent as the enthusiasms that propel teen-age pop stars. The forest of Green Club devotees is likely to have very shallow roots. Real beliefs sink deep but astroturf fades fast.