With the Smell of Burnt Marshwiggle
Dualism Is Bad JuJu
Written by Douglas Wilson
Wednesday, 16 January 2013
A real reformer is not a member of a faction. Men have always tended
to divide into opposing factions, whether it is Crips and Bloods or
Guelphs and Ghibellines. But factional differences (while very real)
don't go down to the deep foundations. An ancient city is debating
whether to defend the city with a powerful navy, or with an entrenched
army. The conflict between the factions arguing for both options can be
very real, but everyone's goal is to defend the city.
But real reform is not that which argues left at the crossroads instead of right.
Reform opposes the revolution, and the revolution is that "faction" (if
we must call it that) that is in full-throated opposition to the way
God made the world.
In contrast to this, we must have our debates, our
conflicts, and even our wars, over differences that rest on the back of
enormous commonality. When the question before the house is whether to
stop on this island and build our city, or proceed to the next one, or
if we shall allow the prince over our territory to be a Lutheran, or if
our legislature should be bicameral or not -- you can imagine the
conflict getting hot.
But the question before the house in our day is whether we
are going to live in the world God created, or shall we do otherwise. A
reformer takes the affirmative view, and the revolutionary insists that
we must, we shall, do otherwise. This puts the whole conflict on an
entirely different footing. Who shall, at the end of the day, ascend to
the sides of the north?
Think for a moment what sorts of "reforms" the revolutionaries are
instituting. They want women to be able to marry women, and men to marry
men. They are seriously discussing the minting of a trillion dollar
coin backed with the requisite amount of balloon juice. And whether they
ever mint that particular coin or not, they are doing the same thing in
principle now, to the tune of trillions of metric tons of balloon
juice. The Federal Reserve is now being run by non-Euclidians who have
been a little too free with the bourbon. They want our philosophers to
spin a new world for us that will provide full scope for all of our
horny little lusts. And sexbots. Don't forget the sexbots. They will be
squaring the circle next.
Back in the old days, when the conflict was between supporters of the
king's dim-witted oldest son and his charismatic younger son, the
outcome really was up in the air. With the establishment on one side,
and the lean, hungry ambitious young men on the other, we might have
real trouble predicting which way it was going to go. But now . . .? The
real reformer has a real advantage, but one which he rarely recognizes
himself as having. Living in the world that actually exists is an
enormous advantage. There are times when it almost seems to me like
cheating or something. In the long run, we need not worry. In the long
run, blind stupidity never works.
The revolutionary alternates between throwing rocks at the moon and barking at it. . . .This is why the battle over homosexual marriage is almost ideal for
us. Or, rather, it is why it would be an ideal issue for reformers who
have been blessed with some measure of courage. We don't need much
courage -- just enough to see and say how ludicrous it all is. Just
enough to summon up the nerve to fill the room with the smell of burnt