Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Obliterating the Cult of Victimhood

Blogger, Marine, and now medical doctor Doc Russia takes a mighty swing of the Cluebat in the post below and knocks it out of the park re: victimhood and misplaced admiration and priorities. There are some serious money quotes in here, but read it all...I don't agree with every word or suggestion, but we do have to resolve to and match the ruthlessness of our vicious and bloodthirsty enemies, or we will lose, and then we will die, and not necessarily in that order.

"War is killing people and breaking things. I know this must come as a shock, but if you look at what they did to us on 9/11, you see that it is exactly what they did to us. They came, they took down a few buildings, and killed a few thousand Americans. That is war. That is an act of war. We are at war. God, I can't believe that I really need to spell this out! Why? Because although we are at war, we are apparently doing everything but killing people and breaking things which is exactly what winning a war is all about. He who killls more people and breaks more things generally wins a war, but we are not doing that. No, instead we are talking about what kind of memorials to erect "to commemorate the courage and the sacrifice of those who died." Hey, aside from Flight 93 (which certainly should be a lesson to us all), and except for maybe Rick Rescorla, most of those people were just victims.

...And we just love our victims.

We worship them. We enshrine them. We give them spots on talk shows, and lucrative book deals. It makes me absolutely sick that we have turned into this. We need to stop fawning over victimhood. We need to stop gushing praises over people like Jessica Lynch and Shoshanna Johnson and start cheering for guys like Chesty Puller and Audie Murphy. We need to stop making victims heroes. We need to make the stone cold, bloodthirsty killers who will remorselessly murder every sonofabitch terrorist they come across with smiles on their faces into heroes. We need to celebrate the conquering heroes, and not the sappy, after-school special kid with an alcoholic mom because he started a recycling program. Overcoming some minor obstacle to rise to mediocrity does not make you a hero...hell, it doesn't even make you special. (Emphasis Mine --Ed.) Screw the hand-wringing, panty-twisting girlish squeemishness over it. We need to celebrate our killers.

We should celebrate them because it is also celebrating the greatness of western civilization. ... We need someone to stand guard at the gates of civilization to keep the barbarians and chaos out. Throughout most of human history, the cruelest and most violent peope generally dominate, terrorize and wreak havoc upon the gentler, kinder, nobler of mankind. The hospitable are taken hostage to the aggressive and destructive. This is true of every terrorist and tyrant you see; the strong use their strength for power, which becomes absolute, and then, as the saying goes; absolute power tends to corrupt these animals absolutely.

But not here, because there is a difference between men and animals. Animals are animals and that is all there is to their story. Animals are born as animals, they live as animals, and they die as animals. Men are animals too, but the difference is that while animals are fated, man can dream to be, aspire to be, strive to be, and ultimately absolutely be more than a mere animal. Here, in the West, a man of violent and ill-tempered nature may become a hero, and while he is elevated by civilization to the status of hero, he, in return, serves civilization...not a slave, not an animal, but a man doing a man's work. The strong and violent protect the noble and just. It is a great strength of our culture that the most destructive of impulses can be forged in the fires of discipline and honor into finest steel of our age. (Emphasis Mine --Ed.)

Instead, we make memorials, and celebrate victims, and wonder why we didn't kill the bad guys when we had them in our sights. We do these things while our enemies plot our slaughter, and our dead haunt us in mute injury that we have not avenged them, or even earnestly defended ourselves."