Sharpton for President
by Richard Cummings
Lenin
entitled one of his famous essays: "What Is To Be Done."
After all the talk and theorizing about the sad state of Russia
under the Tsar, someone had to do something. Of course, the direction
Lenin chose was not exactly the right one, although he did have
sense enough to realize, as he told the industrialist Armand Hammer,
"communism was not working." Hammer responded by telling
the communist dictator that he should change course and adopt capitalism
but call it something else. Which is exactly what he did, calling
it the NEP, or New Economic Policy.
We
have now reached a pivotal stage in America, a low point in which
the worst have seized control of the government and, doing the reverse
of Lenin, have abolished the free market system while claiming they
were restoring it. Bush is a maniacal dictator who might as well
be seeking advice from Rasputin as from Dick Cheney. He has thrown
us into an endless abyss of foreign wars, soaring oil prices, gigantic
budget deficits and ever-expanding bureaucracies that have the common
objective of ending human freedom.
What
is to be done? Third party candidacies, however tempting, have never
succeeded in America, because the American voters, to the extent
that they can drag themselves Oblomov-like, from their beds to actually
go down to the polls, are such insufferable sheep that they will
never risk it and go for the obvious alternative to the self-imposed
slavery they endorse with blind obedience every election day.
But
there is reason for hope. If one accepts, a priori, as a rule of
thumb, that each American president will be worse than the last
one, then we have the option of pushing this to the limit and getting
it over with. The answer is for all of us who can’t stand it anymore,
to register as Democrats (yes, hold your nose and do it) and vote
in the presidential primaries everywhere for the Reverend Al Sharpton.
It is going to be a tight season under the new rules of the Democratic
Party. With the voting going on in a short period of time, one candidate
will emerge by next March as the inevitable nominee.
Pop
the champagne corks when the news breaks that the Reverend Al has
won in New Hampshire. And as he rolls from victory to victory across
the land, the voices of the hated Establishment will be heard bemoaning
the fact that the system doesn’t work, that all is lost, that we
have come to some kind of complete impasse and the absolute end
to everything its America has stood for socialism, fraudulent
elections, a wrecked education system, a demented health care system,
and a military-intelligence mechanism designed to perpetuate endless
wars and domestic repression.
There,
triumphant in his glory (and his hair-do), will be the Reverend
Al, beaming in the sublime knowledge that it can get no worse, that
we have hit rock bottom. To the strains of hip-hop, he will announce
that the war in Iraq is over, that our troops are coming home. And
that’s for starters. "All that money we bin’ givin’ to Israel
is comin’ home, too. They got the biggest army in the Middle East
and can take care a’ themselves. And no more foreign aid to Egypt,
Bolivia, Ruritania, Slabovia and the rest of those countries out
there somewhere."
Of
course, when the Rev. Al tries to start up a gigantic social services
system, putting two thirds of the country on welfare, we will regroup.
By then, our enemies will have fled to Costa Rica to live (where
many of them do now anyway) and the "amorphous mass,"
as Martin Heidegger referred to the great majority of people in
any society who unquestioningly accept things as they are, will
finally be willing to listen to reason and face reality.
They
will come to the conclusion on their own that the only way to save
themselves is to abolish the state and replace it with a loose confederacy
of sovereign entities sufficiently small so as to pose no danger
of having imperial fantasies. The White House can be turned into
a motel and the Capitol into a bowling alley. Cheney would make
a great doorman, and Richard Perle could be the maitre d’ at the
restaurant. It is his natural calling to be aggressively sycophantic
and devious. People will have to slip him some bills to get a good
table. Bush would make a great greeter, smiling and shaking hands
amiably, without every having to think about anything or even having
to read the menu.
And
the Reverend Al? He will be the honorary president with no power,
a reminder of what America once was, so that no one in his right
mind would ever want to go there again. But if people are so dumb
as to go back to the old way, they should know that after Sharpton,
the only possible American president would be a Mexican general.
March
15, 2003
Richard
Cummings [send
him mail] taught international law at the Haile Selassie
I University and before that, was Attorney-Advisor with the Office
of General Counsel of the Near East South Asia region of U.S.A.I.D,
where he was responsible for the legal work pertaining to the aid
program in Israel, Jordan, Pakistan and Afghanistan. He is the author
of a new novel, The
Immortalists, as well as
The Pied Piper Allard K. Lowenstein and the Liberal Dream,
and the comedy, Soccer Moms From Hell. He
holds a Ph.D. in Social and Political Sciences from Cambridge University
and is a member of the Association of Former Intelligence Officers.
Copyright
© 2003 LewRockwell.com
Richard
Cummings Archives
|