The Liberty Illusion

Tucker Carlson just dropped a bomb.

The man dared interview the Henchman (du jour) of All Times: Vladimir Putin, the President of the Russian Federation.

After the epic interview, Tucker flew to Dubai to attend the World Governments Forum 2024. There, he was the one interviewed.

And during his own interview, as he was going over the reasons for interviewing Putin, he said and I quote:

I wanna live in a free country, I was born in one… and I am going to do whatever small thing I can do to maintain… the society that I love.

Tucker Carlson, February 12, 2024, Dubai.

Did you notice his slight hesitation brought on, undoubtedly, by the emotionally charged moment? Well, in that moment, I thought he was going to say “to maintain…” the illusion of liberty.

Yes, ladies and gents. My first instinct was for me to ascribe these harsh words to a journalist I admire greatly. I admire him not for the great quality of his reporting. I do however consider him a consummate journalist because he is Braver than most of us. And that matters. That matters a lot.

Because Bravery and Freedom are inseparable. You cannot have the one without the other.

I have this rising fear our Liberty may be gone here in the supposedly ‘free world’.

Why do I say this?

Because when one tries to shed the light on a raging conflict that has engulfed millions of people in a titanic clash, the likes of which the world has not seen in 80 years, and your own goddamn government forbids you from doing your legitimate job, not once but twice in four years, that is how you know Liberty is an Illusion.

For some time now, not too long, not too short, I’ve had this nagging feeling the West had lost its moral bearing and has become an autocratic monstrosity. For the same amount of time, I also began to have my doubts confirmed that Freedom had moved, strangely and counter-intuitively, Eastward. Most peculiar, right, right?!

But then Tucker comes out, rushes to Moscow, puts a mic in front of Putin, and probes the Russian Bear. And the Bear responds… with words, mind you. Not with flailing arms, not with Novichok, not with menaces, but with words… of wisdom.

And the West, instead of acknowledging this amazing feat of journalism, starts to put him down (i.e., Tucker Carlson) like there’s no tomorrow.

I said this before and I will say it here and now: I am disgusted by how the MSM is behaving and how people, common people, are coming out against Tucker… for doing his freaking job.

The man went over to find out what is going on with Russia and why they have been attacking Ukraine since 2014/2022. He finds out. And the man is pilloried by his brethren for it.

Disgusting! Shame on every last one of you, motherlovers! Shame on the whole lot of you!

This is kryptonite! This man is spilling the beans on what is Wrong here in the Collective West.

There used to be a time when the West was the shinning beacon on the hill.

Not anymore. It has become an abject cesspool of malignant depravity and amoral degradation.

It is not that the rest of the world appreciated in value, although it clearly has.

It’s that our actions or lack thereof made us into the stagnant quagmire, the rotting swamp of primeval delusions that is Western Society at large.

The worst part: you don’t have to be a pundit to realize this.

We are done. We are kaput. We are past the point of no return. From here on end, it’s the ice capades all the way to Hell.

Oswald Spengler put it best: “Optimism is cowardice.” People like Tucker Carlson are calling this terminal patient called the Collective West as it is: dead. The West is dead.

Time has come, ladies and gents, to face the facts. And facts are “The common man wants nothing of life but health, longevity, amusement, comfort — “happiness.” He who does not despise this should turn his eyes from world history, for it contains nothing of the sort. The best that history has created is great suffering.”

And because the West has reached the terminus of its protracted decadence, we are now come to the point in time when nothing can be done to resuscitate this dead-on-arrival John Doe.

“One day the last portrait of Rembrandt and the last bar of Mozart will have ceased to be — though possibly a colored canvas and a sheet of notes will remain — because the last eye and the last ear accessible to their message will have gone.”