One Man’s Sentiments

“A great many of those who ‘debunk’ traditional or (as they would say) ‘sentimental’ values have in the background values of their own which they believe to be immune from the debunking process.” – C. S. Lewis in The Abolition of Man

I majored in literature when in college because I liked literature. That of course was a very foolish thing to do. If you enjoy literature, the worst thing you can do is to make it your course of study at a university. The academics hate the antique authors of Europe and will do everything in their power to persuade the young student to give up reading such childish, sentimental authors as Walter Scott and Thomas Hughes and start reading the really ‘serious’ authors like Flaubert, Joyce, and Proust.

But what one very quickly notices about the liberals is that while they are making fun of Ivanhoe’s chivalry and Rowena’s purity, they are having wine and cheese parties for avant- garde poets who write page after page of drivel about their existential angst and their bathroom habits. The point being that the liberals who deride my sentiments about old Europe get all sentimental and gooey about some contemporary, anti-white white poet or a Third World savage.

The liberals are currently getting bedecked and begowned for the coronation ceremony of a black Mau Mau. They will weep great tears of joy and recommend that all those who do not share in the joy of Obama’s coronation be cast into outer darkness. But it is they who have cast themselves into outer darkness. I’ll stay with the God of Tiny Tim, the God who made the blind see and the lame walk.