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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Detroit is Pottersville

From Glenn Reynolds:
"WHY ARE DEMOCRAT-RUN CITIES SUCH CESSPITS OF DEGRADATION AND DESPAIR? Prostitutes dancing on the sidewalk, fires in the street and a man being run-down by a car: Chilling video shows what it is like driving through Detroit at night."
But of course. Detroit is Pottersville, just like the Democrats planned things.

Remember It's a Wonderful Life? George Bailey keeps the raggedy Bailey Building and Loan running as competition to big banker Henry Potter in Bedford Falls. To help people of modest means, Bailey finances a housing project named Bailey Park. But shortly before Christmas 1945, a mistake by Uncle Billy means the building and loan will fail. Ruined, Bailey considers suicide. His guardian angel though shows him what life would be like without Bailey.


Beautiful Bedford Falls becomes brutal, crime-ridden Pottersville.

Liberals of course like Pottersville. That's their inner city plan.

From Salon magazine on December 22, 2001:
In Capra’s Tale of Two Cities, Pottersville is the Bad Place. It’s the demonic foil to Bedford Falls, the sweet, Norman Rockwell-like town in which George grows up. Named after the evil Mr. Potter, Pottersville is the setting for George’s brief, nightmarish trip through a world in which he never existed. In that alternative universe, Potter has triumphed, and we are intended to shudder in horror at the sinful city he has spawned — a kind of combo pack of Sodom, Gomorrah, Times Square in 1972, Tokyo’s hostess district, San Francisco’s Barbary Coast ca. 1884 and one of those demon-infested burgs dimly visible in the background of a Hieronymus Bosch painting.
There’s just one problem: Pottersville rocks!
Pottersville makes its brief but memorable appearance during that tumultuous scene when George, who has just been bounced from Nick’s Bar and is beginning to seriously freak out, rushes down the main street. A large neon sign — the first of many — announces “Pottersville.” As sirens sound in the distance and a big band wails jazz, George staggers on, into an unfamiliar nightlife district that has replaced the town he knew. In a rapid montage, we see a neon bar sign saying “Blue Moon.” Another announces “Fights.” Yet another blares “Midnight Club — Dancing.” There’s a pool and billiards joint and a pawnbroker shop. A large marquee announces “Girls Girls Girls — 20 gorgeous girls — 3 acts.” The “Indian Club” gaudily sports a kitschy neon sign depicting the face of a brave. The “Bamboo Room” promises a more Oriental setting. As the disbelieving George stares at the teeming entrance of the “Dime a Dance” joint (“Welcome jitterbuggers”), a scuffle breaks out — some floozy is resisting being thrown into the paddy wagon. “I know every big shot in this town!” she shrieks as the gendarmes manhandle her. In horror, George recognizes the floozy — it’s Violet, the town flirt from his previous existence, now apparently turned full-fledged professional. After his protests almost land him in the pokey too, he stumbles off in shock and grabs a taxi.
George’s confusion, even dismay, is understandable — it’s always a shock when the laws of space and time cease to apply. But if he’d hung out for a while, had a few drinks in the Indian Club, dropped a couple dimes in the dance hall, maybe checked out the action at the burlesque, he would have gotten a whole new take on the situation. Pottersville has its problems — its bartenders can be undeniably ill-humored, for example — but compared to the snooze-inducing Bedford Falls, it jumps. In the immortal words of Jeffrey “Janet Malcolm” Masson, it’s a place of “sex, women, fun.”
Of course, liberals would never live in Potterville among its casinos, opium dens (crackhouses) and prostitutes. Hell no. Liberals designed Pottersville for black people. But they want Pottersville because Pottersville keeps the rubes occupied with sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll.

Which is why they resent Trump.

He helped clean up Times Square. He offers people in cities hope for a job and a better life.

Hillary offers them free WiFi.

But never underestimate the power of Christianity. It's a Wonderful Life is a Christmas movie. Larry Alex Taunton remembered that and wrote about the Christianity in the movie, in a CNN religious blog piece on December 24, 2011:
It’s a Wonderful Life is a fitting metaphor for a nation absent Christian belief. Jesus Christ said that his followers were to be like “salt”; that is, a people whose presence is felt for the good that they do. As a man or woman’s evil nature is gentled and restrained by the grace of God, there is a corresponding outward transformation of society. The data bears this out. According to the research of The Barna Group, Christians are the most charitable segment of the population by a substantial margin. Hence, any society that is liberally sprinkled with them has a greater concern for the poor, sick, orphaned and widowed -- “the least of these,” as Jesus called them. (This is precisely what Nietzsche, and Hitler after him, hated about Christianity.)
But Christian influence goes well beyond benevolence: Our laws, art, literature and institutions find meaning in a rich Christian heritage. In his new book "Civilization: The West and the Rest," Harvard historian Niall Ferguson argues that the decline of the West can, in part, be attributed to the decline of a robust Christian presence in Western culture. Ferguson’s point is largely an economic one, but the inference that Christianity has served to strengthen the fabric of life in the West as we have known it is unmistakable. T.S. Eliot made a similar observation: “If Christianity goes, the whole of our culture goes.”
That is just another way of saying that the difference between a nation with meaningful Christian influence and a nation without it is the difference between Bedford Falls and Pottersville.
There were reasons Christians opposed gambling, sexual freedom, and sloth. We called them squares. We tried to replace charity with government programs. We wound up with Detroit.


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  1. More like that alternate timeline in Back To The Future 2, where Biff owns the police, the way Hillary owns the FBI.

  2. We get to Pottersville by abstracting traditions and culture into "rights". Once these things are abstracted they are exchangeable units susceptible to mathematical transformation. That's how we get from freedom of the press to porno for kiddies. Too bad it didn't work that way for the second amendment. Funny how all the transformations turn out to be a one way street.

  3. Excellent point.

    I'm sure the little villages outside the castle all rocked, too. The lords of the manor always went there to get a little from one of the buxom peasant women and the mead was always better.

    It's only a jump back of about 1000 years.

  4. A suitable epilogue to a Clintonesque "It's A Blunderful Life" would be where the souls of a certain ambassador to Libya and the embassy's defenders get to escort Hillary Clinton to the gates of hell.

  5. But...but...Obama said we are no longer a Christian nation. What can he mean? - Elric

    1. He's workin' on it, and so is Hillary. Bern woulda, too.