Dead, finished and kaput? Melted down and destroyed?

I don't think I need any more redemption by suffering. Just reading Auster's purple prose is enough to purge me completely.

By the way, if Miss Jackson likes feeling superior to my purple prophetic prose, she ought to take a look at what I wrote tonight about Hispanic immigration into the U.S.:

http://www.amnation.com/vfr/archives/007534.html

For example, while I am not in any way a Randian, I used as an epigraph for my article, "Guilty Whites," this sentence from Atlas Shrugged:

"The worst guilt is to accept an undeserved guilt�and that is what you have been doing all your life."

http://www.frontpagemag.com/Articles/ReadArticle.asp?ID=19672

Now I suppose that if Mr. Bove had read that article, he would, instead of discussing what I said in the article, havecommented:

"I read Ayn Rand in university and actually debated with a group of Randians once. About as stiff a group of neo-Gnostics as I have ever met. Not that there�s anything wrong with that.

"What�s interesting is that Auster, an apparent conservative Christian, should lean on this atheist writer so heavily that she in fact provide him with a critique of the white West's predicament."

Really deep stuff, right? And really relevant to my article. But that's exactly what Mr. Bove has done here. All he does is throw cheap shots at the "incorrect" source of my idea about the need for a melting down. Further, in doing so, he goes so far as to use the nihilistic slogan from Seinfeld: "Not that there's anything wrong with that." Talk above inappropriate references by a supposedly conservative writer.

Then, after criticizing my "incorrect" reference to the Gurdjieffian idea that the only way to fix a person who has been falsely crystallized is to melt him down, which I used not to advance Gurdjieffian ideas, but to illustrate to a reader that I was not talking literally about the nuclear annihilation of Britain but rather about the need for the moral and psychological melting down of the present suicidally liberal Britain, Mr. Bove turns around and agrees with my substantive point. "Still, I think this suffering solution sounds like a winner," he says. But he can't stay with such seriousness for more than a split second, and he turns that too into an ironic joke: "Therefore, I�ve instructed our broker to buy up shares in Harrod�s, UK, Hair Shirt Division, and dump those lingerie stocks."

So Mr. Bove, like Miss Jackson, has nothing to say about the substance of the issue I raised: what is Britain's state? Is Britain still alive as a nation, or has it already given up key attributes of nationhood? If the answer is the latter, what would be needed to turn Britain around and save her? Nope. Such weighty discussions leave Mr. Bove uncomfortable and in need of the saving mask of irony, as though he had suddenly found himself at a "non-U" party and had to negotiate a quick exit.

A collective �inability to take anything seriously (except., in all too many cases, the tenets of Multicultism)�may���soon reuduce the indigenous English to scattered �bands of��expatriates- pathetic objects of derison, when they are noticed at all.

Hey, if they don't care why should I ? Unending irony and self-mockery becomes�very tiresome. ��

If humour is to be our undoing, the commenters here should be safe.

Don't flatter yourself that this is self-mockery - it is you we mock. Mockery is a healthy reaction to the vacuous generalising and ill-concealed Schadenfreude so much in evidence here.