Commentary
For almost everyone, the past few years have been one annus horribilis (the Latin needs no translation) after another.
I could cite the litany of events we have gone through from COVID-19 onward, but they are already well-known.
Most recently, we have seen the desecration of Christmas 2023 worldwide by pro-Palestinian demonstrators. Inevitable though it may have been, the Sunday people joined the Saturday people in their crosshairs sooner than expected.
Meanwhile, the chairman of the Jewish Agency says they are expecting 1 million Jewish immigrants to Israel from Europe and the United States next year. This may be good for Israel in some ways, but it's sad for the world.
I have no intention of going, despite the horrifying rise in anti-Semitism. While I love Israel, where I have been several times, I am a patriotic American to the core.
And yet, staring at another year, another potential annus horribilis is around the corner... I wonder what we should do.
When I read your emails, a fair number—even some that are highly complimentary of me—sound depressed and defeated, as if this great conception of our Founders is already hopelessly lost and we are headed for the latest form of communism: a mixture of “Chinese characteristics” with some of our own.
Being human, I feel that way sometimes, too. The day-to-day is not great, to say the least.
There are other ways to look at it, however. Presidential candidate Vivek Ramaswamy says the problem with our nation is that we are still young—an adolescent still finding its way.
That may sound like an exaggeration since we will be 248 years old in 2024, but he has a point. The Roman Empire lasted for well over 1,000 years, from 753 B.C. to 476 A.D. We’re still getting warmed up.
Like him or not, Mr. Ramaswamy seems to be the only one to come up with anything resembling original thoughts during the campaign.
And like it or not, we who still believe the Declaration of Independence and the U.S. Constitution are the best documents so far on which to base a country and civilization, are the ones left holding the proverbial bag to turn this ship around and avert another annus horribilis in 2024.
If we can do that, we can have the happiest of new years.
The way to do that, I submit, is to all be teachers.
I don’t mean teachers like the ones at Harvard—we know that’s disastrous, and more so every day.
It’s teachers like those who we remember fondly who guided and nurtured us in the past.
Usually, that will be a pretty distant past, but it's there if we dig for it.
And when I say we must be teachers, I’m not—for the most part anyway—implying that we should stand in front of a class, with chalk, eraser, or iPad in hand.
The best teaching is done one-on-one, and quietly. It also doesn’t require a Ph.D. or even a high school diploma. It just requires common sense, some connection with reality.
That’s because a vast number of people, many with those Ph.D.s, don’t have one. They have been brainwashed since preschool, even beyond what Mattias Desmet described as mass formation psychosis. They are closer to cultural zombies, such extreme conformists that they may as well be clones.