A revolution—in our favor?

“Intellectuals Turn Against Illegal Immigration,” reads the headline of James Pinkerton’s April 4 piece in Newsday. Declaring that a “peaceful revolution” has occurred on the illegal immigration front, Pinkerton draws on Marx’s discussion in the Communist Manifesto about the turning point in a revolution: “When the struggle ‘nears the decisive hour,’ the ruling class suffers from ‘dissolution.’ After this breakup, ‘a small section of the ruling class cuts itself adrift, and joins the revolutionary class.’” Pinkerton finds proof of such a shift in the liberal economists Paul Krugman’s and Robert Samuelson’s attacks on the guest worker program (though, as I’ve pointed out, Samuelson still supports amnesty and his overall position seems incoherent).

But that’s not all. As if offering instant confirmation of Pinkerton’s thesis, the hyper-liberal San Francisco Chronicle on April 6 ran a long, blistering polemic against illegal immigration—and its supporters—by someone named Cinnamon Stillwell.

In further indications of a shift, Carl Simpson writes:

The posters at Free Republic are increasingly contemptuous of Bush. I’m really amazed at some of the remarks on this thread and on some of the immigration threads recently. Folks posting them would have been banned from the site just a year ago. It’s too bad it took so six long years to finally realize that Bush is a big-government liberal, but it’s also good to see the Kool-Aid wearing off.

This is way too premature, but all this talk about a turning point and a shift in the wind and a revolution makes me want to share a long-time fantasy of mine, that Bob Dylan’s 1963 song “When the Ship Comes In” would one day become an anthem, not for liberals and leftists, for whom it was originally written, but for Western patriots rising up against the leftist forces that for so long have held us down and sought our destruction:

WHEN THE SHIP COMES IN

Oh the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin’.
Like the stillness in the wind
Before the hurricane begins,
The hour that the ship comes in.

And the seas will split
And the ship will hit
And the sands on the shoreline they’ll be shaking.
And the tide will sound
And the wind will pound
And the morning will be breaking.

Oh the fishes will laugh
As they swim out of the path
And the seagulls they’ll be smiling.
And the rocks on the sand
Will proudly stand,
The hour that the ship comes in.

And the words that are used
For to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they’re spoken.
For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And be buried at the bottom of the ocean.

A song will lift
As the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts unto the shoreline.
And the sun will respect
Every face on the deck,
The hour that the ship comes in.

And the sands will roll
Out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be touchin’.
And the ship’s wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin’.

Oh the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they’ll jerk from their beds and think they’re dreamin’.
But they’ll pinch themselves and squeal
And they’ll know that it’s for real,
The hour that the ship comes in.

And they’ll raise their hands,
Sayin’ “We’ll meet all your demands,”
But we’ll shout from the bow, “Your days are numbered.”
And like Pharaoh’s tribe
They’ll be drownded in the tide,
And like Goliath’s, they’ll be conquered.

(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1963, 1964 Warner Bros. Inc
Renewed 1991 Special Rider Music

Posted by Lawrence Auster at April 08, 2006 01:17 AM | Send