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The California Disease.
Congresswoman Nancy Pelosi is a perfect example of an ego so stunted that whatever intellectual potential she had--and to say it frankly--never stood a chance. But there remains within her a residue of meager cunning. It seeps over her in a thin layer, but suffices to hide her vices of hypocrisy and a spasmodic greed for attention. This pit she's in: it's a delight to her weakened sensibilities. She doesn't realize it's a quicksand of flattery. She perceives it as a safe place, because she floats in it. She floats in it because she has so little real substance. The fluff about her bones bars her from sinking to a healthy humiliation.
"How does she survive? First, you should realize that she is in love with California's disease, which at its balmiest is even more toxic than Nancy's bug. Some people, deep in the California culture, might even see her as a mild case. (This ought to teach you something about California.)
"But while she's in Washington, DC her parroting is straight from the template of doom. And when she is among those denizens of the beltway, she is lauded by loonies. Yet, at the same time, she's respected by the others--for no reason other than the fact that she gets away with it.
"But, whether she's in California or in Washington (where she is known to be the caviling Captain of the Beltway), you should understand: This spiritually diseased woman knows how to shield herself. That shield is nothing more than a template of clichés and platitudes designed by drivers of institutionalized liberal madness. She doesn't even use the shield well. And it doesn't matter. She behaves. She knows her role. And she serves the liberal powerbrokers. With her loss of intellect, with a paucity of courage, with her lack of real faith, there is little chance that she will escape to freedom. Because, at her forefront, she constantly holds that template of liberal gibberish. So long as she has a firm grip (and no one has a tighter grip), she's unable to see straightly ahead. It's no mystery that she comprehends no chasm between her lofty cushion of prominence and the mountain of hard work needed to keep your nation on course.
"I would not say these things if they were not true. Pelosi, at some level in her psyche, has a bowl of anxieties peppered by pride and stirred by a spoon of specious praise. Her fears would easily be exposed, were she to enter the open dialogue. But she loathes the thought of it. So: Just ask her why she would not submit to an interview with that same investigator who studied Jim Jones and his relationship with the San Francisco political machine. Make it clear to her, however, that it is believed she will refuse precisely because she fears any person who might know her, and who will ask the scary questions. I can promise you, my dear friends, the right questions will expose her many frailties: a weak intellect, an ignorance of history, her maladroitness, her adscititious rhetoric (by that I mean she spouts unexamined ideas that are loaded into her brain by artful clinicians of spin), her philosophical confusion, and her transparent drive for any kind of acceptance--even if it were to come only from her friends and votaries who are little more than organic stacks of sameness.
"Inadvertently I have touched upon another characteristic of the liberal disease. This sickness allows them comfort only with one another, or when they can control the dialogue and not allow a chance of exposure. Can you imagine how boring it must be: to associate with, or dialogue with, a community of sameness? To be noticed for your 'sameness': how sad. But to be discovered as a person, for who you are, and then to have the genuine response; a wonderful moment it is: how lively it is, how growth-producing it is. But sameness? Ah, that is no reason for a meeting.
"It was Stoker's Count Dracula, by the way, who says to Jonathan Harker, early in the novel:
'I am content if I am like the rest, so that no man stops if he
sees me or pause in his speaking if he hear my words, ...!'
"So you can now imagine the predicament, the estrangement, of Nancy Pelosi. Her unexamined pride, the inverted ego that makes demands on a mind devoid of true wisdom, her frazzled and tired intellect (for that's what happens to intellects when they're not given the proper exercise that Almighty God intends), all of this is locked in and around a soul that, even within such a struggle, could still open the door and let the Light come in. Picture, if you will, what this woman could do, if she were to awaken, if she sensed the path to illumination. She's remarkably positioned for a righteous mission amidst unrighteous times. But, for now, she sees neither signals of errancies nor signs of a disintegrated ego.
"California Senator Barbara Boxer needs little mention, other than to say: like Nancy Pelosi, she is spiritually insane, and is intellectually sick. Although, it is just possible that Senator Boxer has tasted a few little morsels of introspection. She just might have heard--now and then--those quiet calls in the night (so rarely recognized as the blessings they really are). She may now benefit from her, as yet undisposed of, bits of remorse. But in the broadest scheme of things, the two of them have similarly tough, but unrecognized, struggles. Suffice it to say: these two are, almost hopelessly, twins in a disgraceful ignorance.
"California's other Senator, Dianne Feinstein, when compared to Boxer and Pelosi, shows a bit more substance, and exhibits a bit more common sense. To a discernable extent, she's more her own person. Her words come less from the template and more from her own assessments.
"Nevertheless, being a San Franciscan, she chose a practical path for any politically ambitious person. And not surprisingly, it led into the clutches of a grossly wild and liberal hierarchy composed of the worst scions of the early communist radicals (the droppings of which remain almost exclusively in a full coterie of American or foreign-born professors imbedded in the halls of your academic world). I would emphasize that they are among the most dangerous totalitarian radicals ever seen within the bastion of higher education. Over five decades ago, they began to infect the minds and bodies of young students. Their's was a soulless, nefarious energy. It was beyond comprehension.
"Minutes ago I elaborated on a kind of pit (or eternal trap) well-intentioned, decent politicians fall into. For now, though, I'd stress that Feinstein was taken captive by a scary outpost of dangerous games and radical aims that was energized by sparkling claims of safety and goodness: healthy for everyone. Feinstein's eyes glazed over and she began to 'toe the line.' They removed her shackles. She's now a willing participator, beset by guilt, bereft of hope. Racing to meetings and forums, she senses only a spurious freedom. The Senator can't see that it all takes place in the confines of a San Francisco zoo-like holding zone. For, throughout her crowd of cronies, dense and plain to see, are the unrecognized nuts of a new-age.
"Feinstein, unlike the other two women, is more conscious of having to spout the party line. Long ago, Senator Feinstein got herself trapped. Common sense lingered awhile in the early weeks of her career. But she was politically ambitious, quick to see a hardcore of San Francisco political reality. She was soon glued to the stickiest cultural fly trap in the western hemisphere. To this day, an all too common compromise allows her survival in the world capital of spiritual insanity.
"But in the early 1980s (then Mayor) Feinstein, had not yet lost her trace of idealism and common sense (although her great city had lost it long before). And it unnerved her to learn that the liberal wizards of California medicine, for purely political reasons, would not add AIDS to the State's list of 87 infectious and dreaded diseases. Unbridled homosexual activity was plain to see--especially in bathhouses (Feinstein wanted them shut down). She saw the craziness and the politically driven inconsistency of AIDS being kept off the State's list of medical horrors.
"It was then that these segmented minds of the local politic, the lesser minds, forced the Senator to see the 'political incorrectness' of her agenda. Soon thereafter she fell in line and began her long walks with the adversaries of goodness and hope. Now she flirts unabashedly with those charlatans who fought against common sense and medical discernment. It's an easy path. Her story is surely not a remarkable one. She simply made the unenviable transition from a healthy, responsible stance of discomfiting discernment to a position of implausible comfort there on the seamy side of the street. The Senator has forgotten that, in San Francisco, all sides of the political streets are seamy.
"As often happens in political circles, giving in to a weak ego is later justified by the end goal. Feinstein behaved in a way necessary to become one of the more prominent Senators on the beltway stage. Gone was the fiber of real courage. Lost to the gods of hollow triumph were the buds of political acumen.
David Conn co-authored THE CULT THAT DIED (New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1980) and is the author of LEDNORF'S DILEMMA (Authorhouse, 2008).
© 2009 David Conn
From The TruthSleuth.net
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