I have witnessed liberal totalitarianism on many fronts as both a lawyer and a judge, but it is fair to say that I probably would not have written this book if I had not had my own, very direct run-in with the tyrants of tolerance. That unpleasant personal experience forced me to do some serious thinking about what is happening to American law, how it is happening, and who is making it happen. And finally it convinced me to write this book, and to accept whatever consequences came from publishing it.
That run-in occurred when I dared confront one of the most active elements of liberalism: the radical feminists.
“Manifesting Bias”
If Social Security is the “third rail” of American politics, then sex is the third rail of American law. Anyone who touches it, except in the manner approved by the tyrants of tolerance, is fried. In this realm, the tyranny of tolerance is best described as rule by the radical feminist cadre of liberalism. Like the rest of the illiberal liberals, femifascists display single-minded devotion to imposing their tyranny on the American people — and will viciously punish those who resist.
I learned this from painful experience.
Robert Dierker, The Tyranny of Tolerance.
Now we could barely raise our heads, our souls were fractured, destroyed by the tyranny of life, while an arrogant few, all of them on multiples of the average wage, preached choice and reward for effort. He was saddened by the arrogance, baffled by the lack of understanding, laughing as he united in effort, the full force of the law. We couldn't have tried harder, we couldn't have lived longer. He was determined to record that astonishing moment when he had entered inside the core; had been surrounded by that ribbed hierarchy of thousands, millions of rooms, had entered the quiet heart of the cyclone.
These things were adept, brutal. Life took off. He shattered his own beliefs, his own determination. Whole sections of belief shattered off, great sheets of what had once been written. The closer you looked the more complex it got. Everything was turmoil, his soul empty. He embraced his lover and she curled up inside him; he could smell her hair, her physical presence, despite the sterile environment in which he was in; that floating moment. Recording what had happened became a mission. No one else understood. The pack mentality of the left had nothing on what he had faced. The cruelty of it all, these things; but ultimately it was the pain that had eroded his heart so long and well.
Even here, he felt the waves of distress he had struggled so long to conquer. Everything was cruel. All was ordinary. The state of his psyche was a matter of serious concern. His head needed rewriting. He tried to reach out for comfort and nothing came back. All was lost. These barren moments, sweeping through him repeatedly. He was drowning as he tried to reach up, tendrils towards the light. These were the darkest moments he had ever faced. Once, with youth, his melancholy had been an entertaining phenomenon, draping every day events with an astonishing lyricism. That was all gone now. Age had seen to that. His fingers reached out and twined with hers, damp sweat in their palms, and all of it was fragile, pointless.
If they had only rewritten the source. If only the code had not been so difficult to crack. He knew there was a heart and a purpose, a grand majesty, a reason why he had been sent to suffer; to escape the surface, to escape the flesh. His head needed rewriting and he was the only one who could do it. Fragile as his self-esteem had become, there was only one recourse. He had to take these actions in secrecy. He couldn't even tell Julia what he was up to. He was determined not to have wasted everything, although his sickening gut told him otherwise.
These cruel gaps, stone steps across creeks, eternal pain, fractured selves screaming and dying in the forest; all of it was beyond his ken. He stood to gain something; but he didn't understand what. He was fed up with the meetings, with the rest of the race, where they stood up and paraded their vulnerabilities like badges of honour. Many of them made up or embellished their stories, just to add a bit of psycho-drama to their lives. The sheen is starting to come off Prime Minister Kevin Rudd, who looks more like an old fashioned socialist every day. There were cruel gaps in his being; and he wasn't going to let these bastards beat him, not this time.
He would smile, he would make a fresh start, he would work quietly through the alternatives, in the fields of cowards, reviled for having dared to think outside the square, languishing while others shot up the career ladder. He had swallowed the insults, the ignominy, over many years, and now, when it looked like there really was the opportunity of a fresh start, other things began to happen. He had always thought that by now another life would have taken over; that the daily office toil would be overtaken by a grander, much more fun, design. This was no way to work himself into an early grave. He wasn't going to put up with it any more, not from himself, not from anyone else. Hallelujah; I'm a dog, went the chant, and he smiled briefly, bemused. There had to be a greater purpose.
THE BIGGER STORY:
http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2008/05/23/2253265.htm?section=justin
UN secretary-general Ban Ki-moon has visited flooded rice fields and destroyed homes in Burma, during his mission to bring large-scale international aid to 2.4 million people left destitute by Cyclone Nargis.
On a helicopter tour of the Irrawaddy Delta and a visit to one of the military government's relief camps and a distribution centre, Burma officials told the UN chief the situation was under control.
http://www.iht.com/articles/2008/05/22/america/campaign.php
ORLANDO, Florida: With the Democratic National Convention only three months away, Senator Barack Obama has asked a tight circle of advisers to begin a confidential search for prospective running mates, according to Democratic officials.
News of the search emerged as Senator John McCain prepared to be host to at least three potential running mates this weekend at his Arizona ranch.
Obama, who intends to wait until the final primaries end June 3 before declaring victory in the presidential nominating fight with Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton, has sworn his advisers to secrecy. The search is in its earliest phases, officials said, and Obama has asked Jim Johnson, a longtime Democratic hand, to lead the process.
Still, the moves by Obama and McCain provided a clear marker that both were girding for electoral battle in the fall.
http://www.theage.com.au/news/national/air-fares-take-off-as-qantas-reacts-to-oil-prices/2008/05/22/1211183002978.html
QANTAS will raise domestic and international air fares for the second time in less than a month in an attempt to offset soaring world oil and jet fuel prices.
International air fares will rise by about 4% and domestic fares by about 3% for tickets issued in Australia from June 4.
The hike will increase the price of a ticket from Melbourne to London by $72, while the price of a ticket from Melbourne to Sydney will rise by $3.
Announcing the increases yesterday, the airline's chief executive, Geoff Dixon, said the price jumps — which follow rises earlier this month of about 3% for international fares and 3.5% for domestic fares — were "unavoidable" given surging fuel costs.
The announcement came as world oil prices reached new highs yesterday, hitting a record $US135 a barrel in Asian trade.
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