Monday, May 5, 2014

Chateau Heartiste on Our Slippage into a Banana Republic

Today's quibcag is from Chateau Heartiste, who I have on my blogroll over there, and who usually writes about, well, sex, which is why I didn't notice his other stuff until somebody pointed it out to me.

Anyhow, to make an intro, the popular phrase "nation of sheep" is really too cute-sounding, but if you think about what literal sheep do, it gets a little grimmer. They go where the shepherd sends them, they stand still patiently to be sheared, and, finally, they're slaughtered for their mutton. So for a nation born in rebellion, a herd of sheep is a hell of a thing to turn into, but that's what we're doing. And to mix metaphors, we're also a nation of duckspeaking sheep. Recently, the net is full of baahing or duckspeaking sheep, joining in verbal defense of whatever the government has decided to do, from ignoring Benghazi to harassing Cliven Bundy to interfering in Ukraine.

It seems that not only will we sheep put up with anything, but we also defend the shepherd in forums, and twist into uncomfortable positions to make the shearing easier for him. This, from Chateau Heartiste:

A Banana Republic, If You Can Reap It

May 4, 2014 by CH

This article by George Will leapt at me for its revelation into the rapidly bananifying condition of the former free republic known as America.

The IRS used “civil forfeiture,” the power to seize property suspectedof being produced by, or involved with, crime. The IRS could have dispelled its suspicions of Terry and Sandy, if it actually had any, by simply asking them about the reasons — prudence, and the insurance limit — for their banking practices. It had, however, a reason not to ask obvious questions before proceeding.

The civil forfeiture law — if something so devoid of due process can be dignified as law — is an incentive for perverse behavior: Predatory government agencies get to pocket the proceeds from property they seize from Americans without even charging them with, let alone convicting them of, crimes. Criminals are treated better than this because they lose the fruits of their criminality only after being convicted.

Executive summary: IRS agents jackbooted into a grocery, stole all the money available on flimsy grounds, and refused to give any of it back to the store owners after it was determined no crime had been committed.

What the F-in F has this country come to? Liberia?

We’ve got saucy private conversations being recorded to burn citizens at the metaphorical stake, guys getting fired for expressing opinions at odds with the discourse guidelines set by the Attorney General of Goodspeak, and IRS goons pilfering cash from innocent victims on the pretense of thin air.

Again, I ask, what the F-in F has happened to this country? (Answer: Diversity/ennui/materialism/fear/scale.)

I’d like to take a moment to address the military brahs, particularly the white male contingent, in the reading audience. A suggestion: Put down your weapons. You fight for a country and a ruling elite that hates your guts. Hates you to the bone. If you need an outlet for your martial spirit, set up a local militia. I believe that’s still legal. Whatever country you think you serve long ago fell from grace. It’s not a nation any more. It’s a corrupt bazaar.


Quibcag: My only excuse for using this illustration from Gargantia on the Verdurous Planet (翠星のガルガンティア Suisei no Garugantia) is that belly dancers sort of suggest the "bazaar" in the quote.

1 comment:

  1. Man does not need an excuse to use belly dancers from Suisei no Garugantia in a quibcag.

    In any decent society one should only apologize for not using them in a quibcag unless one one used the glorious Lukkage and her lesbian slavegirls instead. In that case no apology is needed.