Stuck Between the Moon and New York City

America's problem is that we are no longer serious and we tolerate too much unseriousness and fantasy.

My writing and thinking have become repetitive and boring. It happens and I apologize. It is difficult to continue to write when the issues and their resolutions are the same day after day, year after year, and the faces change but the game remains the same.

As people say, “Same shit, different day.”

At the most basic level of the issue is that we have one side of the political and philosophical aisle that has completely renounced reality and critical thinking in favor of lives lived in a fantasy world, a world that can only exist because we are fortunate enough to live in a society that can afford such flights of fancy - when in truth, we can't afford them and have been living off our national credit card for decades.

Our institutions and academia have taken ridiculousness and cloaked it with a patina of reputational legitimacy (it is legitimate because it came from an entity considered legitimate).

Obviously, there are feminine men and masculine women - but biology doesn't care how you want to live your life - men are men and women are women. Males are genetically stronger than women, which is a fact and to deny that because you want to socially engineer something doesn't change it. It takes a lot of energy to stare reality in the face and deny it.

People are not equal and no force on this planet can change that. Some are tall, some short, some smart, some not, some driven, some want to watch TikTok all day. Some can design spacecraft; some just want to complain about people who design spacecraft. And the ultimate ironic response to this absolute diversity of humankind is when the messianic advocates of “diversity” attempt to eliminate diversity by homogenizing society through “equity.”

As 80’s Yacht Rock crooner Christopher Cross warbled, “I know it’s crazy – but it’s true…”

People can organize a society, as America’s founders tried to do, in which people are treated equally despite their differences.

That seems to me to be an obvious truth.

Wishing something doesn't make it so. There is no alchemy that will turn a pound of lead into a pound of gold or a human male into a human woman.

I can't explain it other than to be repetitive again and say that the left contingent never got over the counter-culture "revolution" of the 60's where everything dull and "square" was bad and to "tune in, turn on, and drop out" was the thing to do - the problem is that reality and truth often tend to be on the dull and square side.

Reactionary became a pejorative term used to describe people (mostly conservatives) who want to return to a status quo, people who yearned for “the good ole days”, people who fought change or disliked new ideas but in truth, reactionary should be reserved for people who define themselves and their beliefs solely through opposition to anything, even if those things have solid foundation in fact, truth and reality.

Which seems to have led to the state of unseriousness in which we live today. It seems crass to say, but when obvious truths are denied, that denial results in an unserious society.

There is an extreme danger in unseriousness - or as Aldous Huxley called it "misplaced seriousness."

In his novel titled "After Many a Summer Dies the Swan", Huxley wrote:

"Misplaced seriousness — the source of some of our most fatal errors. One should be serious, Mr. Propter had said, only about what deserves to be taken seriously. And, on the strictly human level, there was nothing that deserved to be taken seriously except the sufferings men inflicted upon themselves by their crimes and follies."

Fire does burn. Water is wet. Wind does blow. The sun does rise and set. Everyone who is born will eventually die and sometimes people suck in between.

That is what people like Rand, Kipling, Orwell, Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Huxley, and even Plato and Socrates have been trying to tell us through literature for literally thousands of years.

Maybe I just need to take a few days away from my compulsion to write and read a few books.