The Politically Incorrect Show - 15/01/2001
[Music - Die Fledermaus]
Good afternoon, Kaya Oraaa & welcome to the Politically Incorrect Show on the free speech network, Radio Pacific, for Monday January 15, proudly sponsored by Neanderton Nicotine Ltd., the show that says bugger the politicians & bureaucrats & all the other bossyboot busybodies who try to run our lives with our money; that stands tall for free enterprise, achievement, profit, & excellence, against the state-worshippers in our midst; that stands above all for the most sacred thing in the universe, the liberty of the human individual.
[Music up, music down!]
Well, here we all are again - didn't the time fly when we were having fun?! My fun consisted of some time away from Auckland, a visit from two friends from Wellington, some attendant carousing - & a LOT of work on the upcoming edition of The Free Radical. The "time out" was instructive in reminding me that there is life away from the computer, even though much of it is unappetising. Time spent in bars having my head split open by conversation-drowning cacophony did nothing to upgrade my view of the current culture or its devotees. One companion at one point shouted into my ear that if the proprietors of the bar in question took a poll of the customers he was sure most would opt to have the racket turned down. Looking at the customers, I wasn't so sure. Still, one was always free to flee, & flee I did not, out of deference to my companions & my own need to see first-hand occasionally how the other 99% live.
It's the remaining 1% who reassure me. Among the e-mail messages I received during the break was one from a young man who was listening to the Rachmaninoff 2nd Piano Concerto for just the second time, thanking me for introducing him to it & other things that have influenced him.
"This concerto is so intensely beautiful," he wrote, "that it feels as if every little atom of my being has been set on fire. The notes are crisp and sharp and glowing - like ice. It is, at the same time, almost painful to listen to it. I can't help but think of the wasted, soulless people out there in the world who have no conception of man the hero. What would have become of *me* had I not been introduced to Rand and romanticism? What if I had never read Rand or Hugo? Never listened to music such as this? I shudder to think. You, Lindsay, set the chain of events rolling which led directly to this moment tonight. I realised that and thought - in the name of the greatest passion for the greatest height - I should write you a wee note to thank you. Here it is. Thank you."
I told him he was more than very welcome, & thanked him for saying thank you. I should also have thanked him for being such an exception to the culture of the anti-hero.
One of the other people who inspired me during the break was British freedom-lover David Carr, who submitted an article for the upcoming Free Radical called Let's Start World War Three. As I personally rejoin the fray, I can think of no better words to end the first Politically Incorrect editorial of 2001 than his:
"Ideas are our bombs and words are our bullets. Use them liberally. Challenge every flatulent, lock-step left/green assumption you encounter; slaughter every sacred cow, leave no sensibility uninjured, prick every bubble and deflate every ego. Let the snide slurs and hoots of derision whistle around your head, for we are electric and frightening and terrible. We eat lightning and we crap thunder. We are uranium-tipped and armour-plated and they can harm us only if we let them.
"Lose friends if necessary and make enemies if you have to. After all, itıs war and there are bound to be casualties, so offend, offend and offend again. Leave them drop-jawed and pop-eyed at your audacity. Take no prisoners and give no quarter. Letıs make them cry and whine and squirm and run and when we finally hoist our flag over their citadel we will truly amaze at how puny and insubstantial they were all along.
"D-Day looms. We must prepare to enter the fray, else it is not just liberty that may be lost but the essence of what makes us human. Fail and a Millennium of Darkness beckons. Succeed and you will live to tell your grandchildren about what you did in the war."
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