The Gods of the Copybook Headings

Good essay by Thomas Wictor about the Alabama Senate Race, with reference to an even better poem:

Gods of script writing: How Democrats control the country’s thought processes

The demolishing of Roy Moore as a Senate candidate shows that Democratic gods of script writing are able to determine how virtually everyone in the country thinks about politics.

Rudyard Kipling wrote “The Gods of the Copybook Headings” in 1919, after the most destructive war in human history—the Great War. The War to End All Wars.

Wishful thinking, of course. Kipling’s poem is about wishful thinking.

In the 19th century, British schools gave their students notebooks that had proverbs or maxims printed at the top of the pages. These sayings extolled virtues such as honesty or fair dealing. The students copied them repeatedly, filling the page.

Kipling’s poem warns that when we replace ancient wisdom with lies, we pay for it.

Gods of script writing
Democrats wrote the scripts for everybody in the Alabama senate election, and everybody read from them. It continues. Today, everybody is saying that Moore lost because he was a terrible candidate.

No.

Moore lost because HALF OF ALABAMA’S PATRIOTIC REPUBLICANS stayed home. The Democrats got 92 percent of their 2016 turnout.

The Democratic gods of script writing pulled off two unprecedented victories: the most effective political character assassination in our country’s history, and the convincing of HALF the opponent’s voters to stay home.

Please read the rest of this excellent essay (see link above). Here is the original Kipling poem. It shouldn’t be forgotten.

THE GODS OF THE COPYBOOK HEADINGS

AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

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4 Responses to The Gods of the Copybook Headings

  1. lovely says:

    Our Founding Fathers did not foresee the sullen, brainless inadequacy of the average American voter.

    Be well, Judge. This was not your fault. They all failed you.__Thomas Wictor

    Wictor is spot on as usual.

    As I said in another thread;

    I believe that the people of the state of Alabama allowed a baby butcher advocate, justice obstructing, Trump hating, Freedom hating, Clinton pawn to inch the democrats closer to stopping the next conservative Justice of the Supreme Court from being appointed.

    Idiots. Every single one of them who stayed home, every single one of them who voted for Jones, vile filthy ignorant idiots.

    Wictor is a lot nicer than me.

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  2. John Denney says:

    Monday I was trying to explain my lunch mate my sadness at the Judge’s loss. That he lost wasn’t as sad as that Alabamans were lied to and believed it.

    Like

  3. Ann says:

    The Alabama election demonstrated that the Democrats will do anything to win an election and that voter fraud is their preferrred method.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. lovely says:

    Thomas is taking a break from social media.

    Like

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