“Mr. Towns, you behave as if stupidity were a virtue. Why is that?” – Flight of the Phoenix
Well, at least someone gave this post two thumbs up.
My older brother, John Wilder (our parents were notoriously uncreative), got a job at a motel when he was in college. His duty was to sleep in the apartment above the front desk, and if anyone wanted a room late at night, to get up out of bed and check them in. Technically, he got paid to sleep on the job. When I try to explain that’s what I’m doing to my employer, they seem to think it’s a violation of company rules. They won’t even listen when I explain I won’t be sleepy on the job if I just sleep on the job.
Go figure.
One day the owner of the motel was looking for someone to do an extremely important job: sweep the parking lot every Sunday. As I had heard of a broom, my brother put in a good word for me, and I ended up with my first official job. As I don’t recall quitting, they might be irritated at me because I haven’t been in to work in decades.
This was a job that I was well suited for, since I was willing to work for the one-ish hour a week (on Sunday) sweeping up the parking lot. I even had a time card, and got paid minimum wage. So early each Sunday morning I’d get on my ten speed and bike down to the motel and sweep the parking lot.
My bike kept trying to kill me, though. It was a vicious cycle.
The best part wasn’t the few bucks after tax that I made, but rather sitting down with my older brother and having breakfast in the office. I timed it so that I’d be done sweeping so we could watch a television show on TBS® together: The Wild, Wild West. I’m pretty sure I saw my first episode ever in that motel office.
By the time my brother and I watched it on the 12” screen in the office, The Wild, Wild West was decades old. And yet it was better than anything on prime time television. The Wild, Wild West, if you haven’t seen it, was Robert Conrad starring as secret agent James West in the 1870’s Western United States, complete with science fiction gadgets.
The villains were ludicrous. One episode featured obviously rubber cobras. And in one fight scene, Robert Conrad’s pants split wide open and they just kept filming – they were on a schedule, you know. On top of that, the costumes resembled nothing ever worn by an actual human in any place and during any period in human history.
Silly? Certainly. But why was the show good enough that I planned getting up early to watch it?
It’s because the character James West (and his fellow secret agent, Artemus Gordon) were good. West was a hero. He was smart. He could fight. He had wit. He laughed in the face of death. And if he had a weakness, it was for a lovely lady.
We’ll pretend that Will Smith took 1999 off. There can be only one Jim West.
Why was James West’s contemporary, Captain Kirk so popular? He was a cut from the same mold as West.
A boy needs a hero to look up to, who models virtue and strength. And you could do much, much worse than either James West or Captain Kirk. For some reason, the values of the networks changed, and The Wild, Wild West was cancelled (like Green Acres and The Beverly Hillbillies) in 1970 even though they did great in the ratings. Hmm.
It was like there was a social agenda . . . .
As time has gone on, many of the “heroes” in movies and television are given “depth” cheaply by making them either morally weak or having the system they work for be compromised in some way. When a hero sneaks by like Mal Reynolds on Firefly, well, the system takes care of him pretty quickly.
Captain Tightpants aims to misbehave.
Culture is, of course, upstream from politics. Culture is in part created by those heroes we are given to worship. Where do those heroes come from? Well, I mentioned James West, but I recall being pretty psyched about the Founding Fathers when I was a kid. Dad got pretty mad after the third cherry tree.
Our political reality is therefore created in part by media (now a tool of the Left) and academia (also a tool of the Left). And now the Founding Fathers are, instead of being revered for attempting to create a whole new type of country are regularly bashed in schools.
This attempt of the Left to steer culture obscures the real message. As a human, we have one (and only one) job.
That job is to be a good person.
It’s that easy. We waste a lot of time and effort wondering what it is we should be doing, when the answer is laughingly simple. You can’t control your height. You can’t control your intelligence. You can’t even control society. What can you control? Your actions and attitudes.
So, be a good person. That’s it.
The Left tries to obscure that simple truth because it has to. The Left doesn’t want you to be a good person. The Left wants you to be a Leftist. When I look at the memes from the Left, I’m astonished by two things:
- They’re horribly unfunny, and
- They’re based on a big wall of text.
No editing required.
The Lefty memes aren’t funny because funny requires truth. I wrote about that recently in The Leftist War on Culture: Comedy Edition. When truth is strangled, humor disappears which is why tyrants will kill comedians before they kill dissidents. Humor is one of the most potent weapons of truth.
The Lefty memes have to rely on a large blocks of text because half of the meme is required to try to refute reality and re-define it. If you’ve ever heard an actual Leftist talk, half of it is redefining terms: boy used to mean boy, but now it’s an entire spectrum which might indicate that boy means boy on Monday, but when it’s time for the state track meet, boy means girl. Sometimes.
If you want to watch real Olympic®-level verbal gymnastics, watch a Leftist try to define “racism” – it’s a hoot. For bonus points, see if you can get them to read the dictionary definition.
That’s the good news. Your job, being a good person, is so simple it’s hard for even the Left to mess up. But I bet they could come up with a 600 word meme to describe that “good” is only “good” if it results in more Leftist votes and the abolition of private property.
I wish that I could promise to you that if you were a good person, you’d be rewarded. That would be a lie. Being good doesn’t guarantee a tangible reward, or even that you will succeed, or even be liked and admired in your time.
I’m not sure I can promise a leprechaun will deliver them, though.
Likewise, being bad doesn’t guarantee punishment. Heck, some research indicates that 4% of Chief Executive Officers of companies are psychopaths. If you think long enough, you can come up with several names of people who are downright evil, but seem to be thriving.
The other bad news is that being good is hard work. First, you have to figure out what good is. Society isn’t necessarily a help here. As I write this, The Boy is watching livestreaming rioting and property destruction across multiple cities. When I try to calibrate the whole good/bad thing, I’m not sure that looting a Target® or burning a Hyundai© serves much of a purpose.
Being good isn’t about being good for today, either. I could easily ruin a child by making life too easy, or not holding them to high standards. Would it result in a happy child now? Sure. But every parent knows that short term success builds children into monsters who end up burning a Target™ or a Hyundai®.
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To be good, a moral code and the courage to follow it is required. Christianity is the one that built the West, and you could do worse – you rarely hear of Amish drive-by shootings, since everyone can hear the clip clop of the horses from pretty far away.
The Romans (Roman Virtues and Western Civilization, Complete with Monty Python) had a well-developed system of virtue thousands of years ago and spent a lot of time working to figure out how to be good – that’s pretty close to the basis of the Stoics. Making it up your own individual code as you go can lead to rationalization and relativism. If it feels good, it may not be good – a lot of bad things feel very good at the time.
But generally, if it feels bad, it nearly always is.
Be a good person. Ask yourself: WW(JW)D? No, not John Wilder.
Jim West.
But make sure you get your sweeping done first.
Long ago, I too was a big fan of Jim West (and also that midget bad guy recurring villain). Jim kept explosives in his boot heel. To be just like him I put Silly Putty in my shoes. Trying to be a good guy running around saving the Wild West in my imagination drove the goo deep into the fibers of my socks, ruining them. My mother was not amused, and let me know in a manner that causes me to remember the whole incident to this day.
Today many think that the definition of being a good guy is burning a police station.
https://stmedia.stimg.co/police+protest+gallery+32.JPG?auto=compress&crop=faces&dpr=3&w=959&fit=clip&h=328
We are in deep trouble. 2020 has a real shot at taking away the cultural mantle of 1968.
https://www.cnn.com/2020/05/29/us/minneapolis-cnn-crew-arrested/
I think you’re right. The protests are spreading even faster than I expected.
Best movie line ever. Hardy Krueger (“Heinrich Dorfmann”) was my hero. Bonus points if you remember how far Stringfellow and Henson’s rubber-powered model aircraft flew before encountering an obstacle.*
And I’ll go ahead and date myself: I remember seeing “The Wild, Wild West,” not on TBS, but first time around, on whichever one of the three networks it was. (Since I grew up in a family of modest means, it was in black-and-white.) Pretty good show. Even though, at the time, I was a young enough optical engineer that I resented the time James West spent in making out with those pretty girls. Could’ve been spent on another cool fist fight. Since then, I’ve changed my ideas just a bit.
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*600 meters. And to save our host the trouble, I’ll go ahead and convert that to 1.2 X 10^7 apostilb-slugs.
“…1.2 X 10^7 apostilb-slugs.”
Ahhh…is that colonial apostilb-slugs or intergalactic apostilb-slugs? And, if intergalactic, is it era “A”, “B” or “3”?
Or 352.5678 Smoots.
It’s a good movie. Jimmie Stewart at his best, solving problems, and men being men.
I have a generally sour opinion of my fellow man, mostly because I am in my late 40s so I have lots of experience dealing with people and also because I am a pretty terrible person. And yet for most of American history, most of us in most places have been pretty civil toward one another. That is changing now because we are changing the American people. We no longer even agree on what it means to be a good person, so it is no surprise that good people are becoming pretty rare.
I have to wonder what the majority of heritage Americans, stubbornly clinging to the magic dirt theory, are thinking right now. Not what they are saying out loud or on social media, but what are they really thinking as they watch a major American city burning.
Real estate websites are going to have a big weekend.
Yup. Many an attitude will be changed. Scott Adams even opined that maybe, after COVID and the riots, that cities have lived beyond their usefulness.
About you and your brother John… You must be some relation to our family, in the townships, by way of Scotland. My great uncles: John Angus, John Norman, John Wallace and John Murdo. We win.
Love your posts, by the way.
I love it! I’m glad I’m not the only member of that club . . . ! And there’s more than a little Scot in my past.
James T. West – James T. Kirk
1966 was a good year.
It was. And yet? The networks wanted gritty. By 1970, all of it was gone.
My older brother, John Wilder (our parents were notoriously uncreative),
This making you Ionannus Ferior Minor.
Three guesses what the Daughter Product and I studied today.
Even if I’m taller?
Awesome on the Latin!!! I had always wished that they offered it in school.
Sorry. But if you can convince the Aged Parents to adopt a child and name him John, you can upgrade to “secundus”
Ha! Actually, I call The Boy “Magnus” sometimes. I think it irritates him.
This is a good one! So many thinky-thoughts. Meanwhile:
When a hero sneaks by like Mal Reynolds on Firefly, well, the system takes care of him pretty quickly
My gift to you: The Middleman. Here:
https://www.amazon.com/The-Pilot-Episode-Sanction/dp/B01MRH1HGB/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=middleman&qid=1590802966&sr=8-1
If you are like me and believe that Profanity weakens the mind and cheapens the soul you will find the first episode mildly off-putting. It is, however, one of the rare occasions where the vulgarities turn out to be both plot and thematically relevant.
Check it out. Bonus: You’ll finally appreciate the hilarity of dying in the icy waters of the North Atlantic.
Okay, that looks entirely up my alley. Profanity should rarely be the joke – being clever is far more fun. I’ll give it a look this week!!
Good rule, wrong place.
Right now it’s shaping up as a fight for survival. The Rioters have explicitly told everyone they’re coming for Whites.
Which brings me to my point. In a war of survival there is only one rule. Survive.
The only reason the Nazis are bad guys is because they lost. The only reason Americans weren’t tried for war crimes is because they won (not my words, that’s from the US Secretary of Defense Robert McNamara)
War crimes are for losers.
Wait, are you saying that firebombing Dresden, a primarily civilian target, and burning thousands of women and children to death to strike terror in the German people and to hasten the end of the war was immoral and even criminal?
If he’s not, I will. There’s never been any lack of immorality or criminality in this sad, fallen world. But when Our Glorious Leaders kick off a war, the opportunities for such multiply and enlarge. As Joseph Sobran once wrote, tongue firmly in cheek (and I paraphrase): Anarchism might be good … if only it could be enforced.
(Added by edit: thanks very much for adding that edit function, Mr. Wilder! My keyboard skills don’t improve with age.)
Well, I’m pretty sure I’d classify protecting home and family as good . . . and I’d do almost anything to do that.
I’ll put on my pretty pink pansy mask and watch this vintage teevee programming. The mask is so no bad thoughts enter.
All clowning around aside-I used to sneak up after pretending to go to bed as a youngster and watch late nite flashing lights box tube which had The Rat Patrol, Benny Hill, Wild Wild West and James Bond 007 movies.
Compare those with anything on the box now and you can see the terminal rot and decline as part of the Long March Through the Institutions, Great Leap Forward, Fundamental Transformation…into Zimbabwe.
You really can. The idea of being good, and making choices for good has been swallowed in a sea of self-hate and ambiguity. Not good.