Saturday, 2 January 2021

Compromise (based on a quote from Ayn Rand and with a special nod to James Delingpole, near the end.)

 “The man who refuses to judge, who neither agrees nor disagrees, who declares that there are no absolutes and believes that he escapes responsibility, is the man responsible for all the blood that is now spilled in the world. Reality is an absolute, existence is an absolute, a speck of dust is an absolute and so is a human life. Whether you live or die is an absolute. Whether you have a piece of bread or not, is an absolute. Whether you eat your bread or see it vanish into a looter's stomach, is an absolute.

There are two sides to every issue: one side is right and the other is wrong, but the middle is always evil. The man who is wrong still retains some respect for truth, if only by accepting the responsibility of choice. But the man in the middle is the knave who blanks out the truth in order to pretend that no choice or values exist, who is willing to sit out the course of any battle, willing to cash in on the blood of the innocent or to crawl on his belly to the guilty, who dispenses justice by condemning both the robber and the robbed to jail, who solves conflicts by ordering the thinker and the fool to meet each other halfway. In any compromise between food and poison, it is only death that can win. In any compromise between good and evil, it is only evil that can profit. In that transfusion of blood which drains the good to feed the evil, the compromise is the transmitting rubber tube.”

The man who will not judge and needs must compromise
And claims he'll not acknowledge absolutes,
With blood upon his hands, must deal in lies,
He seeks not resolution of disputes
But their perpetual existence and the clipping of green shoots
Which sprout when wrong men to the truth grow wise,
For wisdom can be one of labour's fruits.
The man who will not judge and needs must compromise
Blanks out truth, choice, values, plain before his eyes,
Ignores the course of battle, all proofs and all refutes
Condemns to jail the robber and the robbed, likewise,
And claims he'll not acknowledge absolutes
Profits only evil, nourishing its roots
By transfusion from the good. The coward always tries
To make bargains with the devil, calculates, computes,
With blood upon his hands, must deal in lies
Yet thinks he gives a good account attempts no disguise
Though he's poisoned the well, he thinks this contributes
To the scheme of improvement, any harm he denies,
He seeks not resolution of disputes
But must always inflate the special attributes
Of dog shit, when added to yoghurt, and keep up the supplies.
Then we must strengthen him who judges, prosecutes,
And not forgive, nor condone, nor comfort anywise
The man who will not.

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