How can you say that nothing's changed when everything's different?
Since the betrayal of the USSC and particularly the despicable John Roberts, I haven't been able to shake the feeling that everything's different now. I vaguely remember some long-ago debate here in Canada over changing and overturning traditions. The liberal, as usual, pooh-poohed his conservative opponent as some sort of unbalanced hysteric. This change - in divorce law, or abortion law, or mandatory French labelling, or whatever - wasn't anything to be alarmed about! Why, we've been doing such-and-such for years anyway - nothing's changed. The conservative finally replied, "How can you say that nothing's changed when everything's different?"
And that's the truth of it: everything IS different, even though lots of people, including lots of conservatives, are insisting that this is just a little tactical manoeuvre to one side or another. I guess you could call them "Normalists". No matter what happens, everything is still normal. On the Right, this has given rise to the cry to donate money to Mitt Romney. If June 28 is a normal act, then it can be countered by normal methods, and the typical normal method is to jog down the old, familiar road of elections. The usual pattern of behaviour is one side gets a point, then the other side gets a point, and it all works out.
Except in this case, I don't think this is a normal situation. I think 6/28 marked an existential change in the nature of the United States. It's like a person walking through a radioactive field, where most of the radiation passes harmlessly through his body, until finally one cell is struck and split, producing the undetectable change that will eventually completely alter the nature of the body and cause its death. Maybe "tipping point" is a better descriptor, that moment when things going over the edge can't be pulled back. But I like the other because it better reflects my feeling that everything looks the same, only it's entirely different.
My grief over this can't be understood if you don't know how fervently I've loved the United States. I remember reading an essay on Solzhenitsyn back in the '70s where he described how he and other Soviet dissidents worshipped the West. It was like that: sure, my own country could continue to sink under socialist lies and delusion, but...there's always America! Even if I couldn't actually move there, it was as if I could be a refugee in my own mind, and escape there in spirit. As long as America was there, I knew could never be homeless.
America has been compared to ancient Rome, and whether the originators of those comparisons meant it that way or not, I've always regarded that as the highest of compliments. I've never agreed with some Christians who insist that Rome was the worst tyranny, the most barbaric savage paganism that could be imagined. I think they do it to darken the backdrop to put a brighter illumination on the coming of Christ into the world. But I've never believed that. I think Rome was as great a force for good in the ancient world as America has been in the modern - a bringer of law, order and sanity to a world of backward savagery. Considering the other cultures on offer at the time, Rome was a miracle of human accomplishment.
But what happened to it is what is happening to America now. G.K. Chesterton could have been writing about America today when he described Rome at the time of Christ:
It is essential to recognise that the Roman Empire was recognised as the highest achievement of the human race; and also as the broadest. A dreadful secret seemed to be written as in obscure hieroglyphics across those mighty works of marble and stone, those colossal amphitheatres and aqueducts. Man could do no more.
For it was not the message blazed on the Babylonian wall, that one king was found wanting or his one kingdom given to a stranger. It was no such good news as the news of invasion and conquest. There was nothing left that could conquer Rome; but there was also nothing left that could improve it. It was the strongest thing that was growing weak. It was the best thing that was going to the bad. It is necessary to insist again and again that many civilisations had met in one civilisation of the Mediterranean sea; that it was already universal with a stale and sterile universality. The peoples had pooled their resources and still there was not enough. The empires had gone into partnership and they were still bankrupt. No philosopher who was really philosophical could think anything except that, in that central sea, the wave of the world had risen to its highest, seeming to touch the stars. But the wave was already stooping; for it was only the wave of the world.
(The Everlasting Man)
This is why I take no comfort from people on conservative blogs like the Belmont Club asserting that there's nothing to fear, America has the biggest army, the fanciest weaspons, the best soldiers, etc. Because as Chesterton says, "there's nothing left that can conquer" America, and no outside enemy to fear. So there's just the prospect of a never-ending zombie existence, always sliding down, without even the chance of an outside enemy to shock people into turning back to God, the source of their former strength. America as a perpetual motion machine, forever grinding along meaninglessly.
It was something in the sense of impotence and despair with which men shook their fists vainly at the stars, as they saw all the best work of humanity sinking slowly and helplessly into a swamp. They could easily believe that even creation itself was not a creation but a perpetual fall, when they saw that the weightiest and worthiest of all human creations was falling by its own weight."Man can do no more", and man is determined to look no further than the length of his own arm. There will be no appeal to God, in fact, He is being busily pried up and discarded wherever He's found. Yes, yes, it was "the Constitution" that was the big fence that had to be holed and knocked down, but the Constitution only was strong because it came out of a Christian philosophy. Once the philosophy was hollowed out, we can see that the Constitution was no defence at all. So now instead of God's beloved sons and daughters living out the lives He gave them in the best way possible, America is a land of government-owned livestock, who will be disposed of as the master pleases, for reasons either good and logical (the best case) or demented and malicious (the more likely case).
The life of the great civilisation went on with dreary industry and even with dreary festivity. It was the end of the world, and the worst of it was that it need never end.That's the term that came to mind the most over this past Fourth of July: dreary. "Another dreary American holiday". I'll say it again when Thanksgiving comes in November. Like a Disneyland castle, a shallow spectacle with nothing but cardboard and electric wires holding it up. The end of the world.