You know, some days I wake up and I despair. Samizdata is filled with a waterfall of stories because we’re living in one of the most dangerous hate-filled ages of humanity, festooned with statists, hatists and ecologists.
The world is awash with these idiots, fools, and destroyers of the human spirit.
But then…
But then on other days I know, I feel it in my bones, from the smile on my son’s face, that we will emerge triumphant from this gathering gateway of horror.
Oh I pray, I pray to the atheistic God I worship, that a saviour will come to free us from this tyranny.
And then I realise that we don’t need a God, and we don’t need a saviour.
The spirit is within us all. This is the spirit of freedom, the spirit of adventure, and the spirit of hope.
It has sustained us since we crawled out of Africa one hundred thousand years ago, the product of four billion years of evolution. It has sustained us through four thousand bitter years of recorded history, and it has sustained us throughout that most terrible of centuries, the twentieth century of socialism, fascism, and communism.
We will not let these people destroy us; we will not let these people crush us underfoot. We will defeat them. We will free them from the horror which wraps their minds.
Yes, the past and the present belong to them, my friends, and may belong to them for a few more years yet.
But.
The future? The future, be assured. The future belongs to us.