Kristor recently told us how he had awakened—fully awakened—to the awful truth that things really are coming to a head in the West. Like most of us, he had, of course, talked about these things for a very long time, but talking about a thing is not looking that thing in the eye. We all talk about the four last things, but I know that I, at least, am very far from fully awake to the awful truth of death, judgment, heaven and hell.
There is a reason talkative men were, until quite recently, widely regarded as fools.
We all have a taste for apocalypse porn. We all relish the frisson of outrage when we read that the fanatical left hates and hungers to destroy us. But apocalypse porn prepares us for apocalypse about as well as actual porn prepares a man for marriage. Porn is not a handbook. It is an escape hatch.
Sooner or later, the day must come when talk gives way to the thing that the talk was about. Sooner or later, we will stop singing “She’ll be Comin’ ’Round Mountain” because She will be standing on the doorstep with a horsewhip in her hand.
Here is a tiny piece of evidence that things are indeed coming to a head. Tiny, but I think portentous. Fiddling with my internet connection yesterday, I noticed that one of my neighbors has named their router ImpeachHim. Him, no doubt, being President Trump.
Even if you agree with the sentiment, I think you will also agree that a politicized router name bespeaks a degree of political obsession that borders on fanaticism. You may say this is just a bumper sticker for the digital age, but I think it is ominous that political slogans are this much on their minds. I wonder what they named their dog?