“So the final conclusion would surely be that whereas other civilizations have been brought down by attacks of barbarians from without, ours had the unique distinction of training its own destroyers at its own educational institutions, and then providing them with facilities for propagating their destructive ideology far and wide, all at the public expense. Thus did Western Man decide to abolish himself, creating his own boredom out of his own affluence, his own vulnerability out of his own strength, his own impotence out of his own erotomania, himself blowing the trumpet that brought the walls of his own city tumbling down, and having convinced himself that he was too numerous, labored with pill and scalpel and syringe to make himself fewer. Until at last, having educated himself into imbecility, and polluted and drugged himself into stupefaction, he keeled over--a weary, battered old brontosaurus--and became extinct.”
—Malcolm Muggeridge, Vintage Muggeridge: Religion and Society
The frenzied dismantling…(excuse me, the “deconstructing”)…. of western civilization has picked up speed since Malcolm Muggeridge, just one short generation ago, penned the prophetic words above.
Judah under King Manasseh1 has nothing on us…..
Lord, have mercy.
These Utopiates of Smug
Who needs Visigoths attacking?
Hey!...We've got ours dressed in tweed!
Feet propped up, the tenured fellows,
Yes, still dreaming dreams of Woodstock,
The Utopiates of Smug,
Teaching ancient pipe dream nonsense...
And the Truth?....Swept under rugs.
Like a death wish in the twilight,
Like a numbness of the soul,
Like a conscience-searing callous,
Like a heart that's growing cold.
Pillaging with high-brow notions,
Same ol' Writing on the Wall,...
Catering to "good intentions",
Disbelieving mankind's Fall.
Like a curtain finally dropping,
Like the darkness hating dawn...
Like a never-ending lecture
That just Babels on and on.....
Like a poison gas advancing,
Like cloud, a fog, a mist...
Watch..., three thousand year foundations,
Simply blown off and dismissed.
Imbecility on steroids
Does have consequences, friend...
Watch the culture's self-extinction,
Certain death-wish to The End.
Father of all Truth and Beauty,
Seeker of the mourning lost,
Source of Grace, redeeming Glory,...
Shepherd us back to The Cross.
"[It] is in the crucible of combating the neo-barbarian at the gates and restraining our own disordered passions (the barbarian within) that we will find the elements of a true culture that will meld people together into communities."