THE IRREDENDIST
by John Cooper
cosmicflyswatter.com

April 30, 2009

I dreamed I was watching television. Everything seemed to change. I was very tiny. I was on the outside looking in.

All the world had moved on and left me behind. They were all smart and polished and sophisticated. They were all part of Star Trek the next generation where creatures with multiple eyeballs on their forearms were having sex with those who had three heads.

Then I woke up in a sweat and realized it was not a dream.

I remember when I was a boy and I was with my siblings and my mother walking down the street in Beverly Hills. An old man stopped and asked my mother for her autograph. The old man looked down at me and extended his hand. I was looking at the mole on his cheek and did nothing. Then I felt my mother's knuckle on the top of my head. So I extended my hand to shake his.

Yesterday, when I was at Target, I passed two men who were climbing down the stairs from the parking lot. One was white and one was black. They both were pretty old, and the white one was bent forward a bit. They both smiled at me and said "Good Afternoon." They were so cheery that I broke into a big smile. I was thankful for the interaction with them. I remembered my manners and my mother's knuckle. I returned the salutation.

Perhaps this is a small thing, but it highlights a bigger issue. What happened to my country? Where is it? Oh wait a minute...I know it's now the next generation. Who has time for courtesy when there is sex with a Three-Head to pursue?

I am an Irredentist. An irredenist is not a special type of tooth doctor. It is someone who advocates the restoration of a territory.

They used to have celebrity roasts where the great entertainers all got together and made fun of each other. The whole family could watch. They left the politics out except to make fun of it. Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr. I could list about a dozen other mega talents who were fun to watch on TV. I can't even listen to the present batch of entertainers. They all are spewing politics. And its the type of politics that makes you realize that after dinner, when the clowns are through making us laugh and cry, they should be sent back to their tents. Then the adults can hold serious discussions.

But the problem is the adults are no longer adults. How else do you explain "A People's History of the United States" being a mainstream history book? This book is Marxist pap and worse, unashamed racist drivel. Dr. King would cringe.

The left has now executed a "regime change" complete with scheduled hangings and public scorn fests. And all of it is cover for the greatest theft in the history of mankind, being perpetrated by the Wall Street/Washington/International Banker Boys. The Republicans are irrelevant. They are finished. They are still arguing over whether being too conservative or not conservative enough caused their downfall. Their biggest problem is not understanding what the word conservative means at all.

Where is my country? I want it back. I want Chevrolets made by Americans not Marxist Baby Killers. Excuse me for the vulgarity but I'm sitting here wondering a giant WTF?

I want my country back where nasty little sodomites, who trash the decent things in this world are scorned.

I want my country back where comb-over rich men who have TV shows that glorify brutal selfish business practices are simply ignored.

I want my country back where up is actually up, where ignorance is not strength, where war is executed only for defense and not democracy expeditions into savage backwards Muslim nations.

I want my country back where truth and justice are goals only attainable with a weather-eye fixed on the Good. A country that knows what the Good is, a country that tolerates all beliefs yet does not pretend they are all equal. Try this on for size: atheism is a form of intellectual adolescence.

My grievances could go on for another ten pages: squeezing the independent, choking them with taxes, destroying private enterprise and initiative, trashing all that is truly good and sacred. But worst of all destroying young minds with the filth of Hollywood, the destructiveness of relativism, the hatred of racism, and the triviality of popular "reality" culture. In their spare time they provide kids with E-tickets to the PC Indoctrination Factories known as public schools. It is no accident that after such an agenda the government liars and the academic liars and the propaganda masters must substitute populist causes to maintain the illusion of any moral inclination.

We can all rally round the bad science of anthropocentric global warming theory, tell lies to each other and feel good that we are "saving the planet." Apparently going green needs lies to get it kick-started.

The left is in a race against time to irretrievably set in motion the destruction of all liberty. They are now using the same tactics on our culture that George Bush used when he invaded Iraq.

On the right people like Bill O'Reilly sit on the fence and pretend they are above it all. Old Bill is willing to go after Tiller the Baby Killer since he's "looking out for you!" What does that cost Bill? It's like saying Hitler was bad. What about your Catholic faith? The god of fair and balanced is not looking out for me except when convenience and his bank account converge. Michael Medved is another one along with his pick John McCain and his daughter. These people think Republicans can be successful by being second rate Democrats. The coalition whores shouldn't get upset when Obama schmoozes with the enemy. What are they doing?

I want my country back. In my country there were Americans. They were grateful and cheerful and well mannered no matter what they were suffering. They weren't permanent victims looking for a secular messiah. They had jobs working with their hands. They made Chevrolets.

It was 3:30 when I got up this morning. A mockingbird was twittering outside my window reminding me that I'm really the one on the outside looking in. I am tiny. I am irrelevant. I am an Irredentist.

So I have decided to form the Irredentist Party. I am its Chairman. I am its Steering Committee. I am its only member. I will write its Platform selecting its Planks like the good carpenter that I am. When it is complete I will post it on this site.

In the mean time I will ignore the infantile inclinations of a culture hoping for a brave new future where we can have sex with three headed aliens.

I'll content myself with being tiny and on the outside looking in.