“Two O’Clock In the Morning Courage–The Unprepared Kind” (Napoleon I)
by Professor Jack
Aristotle said that courage is the greatest virtue, because without it none of the rest are possible.
We have a strange definition of courage taking form in our culture. A basketball player tells the world that he is “gay” (homosexual, if you please). Such tokenism is considered courageous to the point that the Borgia in the White House calls him to congratulate and stroke him. The celebrity world, the only one that matters to our pretty people, fawns and falls over itself at the thought of another such “hero.”
Please. Does anybody remember what it is that homosexual people actually do to one another in order to, um, get it off? That conjures many things, but courage doesn’t come to mind.
Courage? How’s this? “RGIII” (Robert Griffin III, quarterback of the Washington Redskins) has said that “the tyranny of political correctness is holding our culture hostage.” He’s talking about the perennially aggrieved diversocrats who think “Redskins” is somehow racist. That’s real, career-threatening stuff for a professional athlete.
Unlike a third-string basketball player swooning the clean-fingernail crowd by humming their favorite tune.
Courage? Dr. Benjamin Carson, brilliant black neurosurgeon, taking on the groupthink of the black establishment and the slings and arrows of the progressive culturati.
Courage? Pastor Saeed Abedini, an Iranian-American Christian, rotting away in Evin Prison in Tehran because he refuses to stop proclaiming the gospel. How about a phone call to him, Mr. President.
Courage? Political and religious prisoners slowly perishing in Havana’s gulags. That phone getting heavy, Mr. President?
Courage? The would-be whistleblowers on Benghazi whose jobs and careers are threatened by telling the world what really happened to our Ambassador and his security detail in Libya.
Where’s David Gregory when we really need him?
We live in a world of Potemkin morality, where noble words are used to describe meaningless gestures of acceptable custom, such as “coming out.”
First you lose the words. Then the language. Then the argument. Finally the civilization
I’m left speechless – almost. After slugging it out on Facebook on and off most of the day over this precise issue I’m afraid your last line is prophetic.