Git along little dogies.

It’s your misfortune and none of my own.
I wish.

“Dogies,” of course, refers to young cows destined to be fattened, eventually to be slaughtered and served for our dining pleasure.

I was reminded of a poem by W. H. Auden this morning when it was noted in a comment at a PJ Tatler article. The article deals with the self-revelatory “We all belong to Government” video proudly shown yesterday at the DNC and which the National Committee later attempted, kinda sorta, to disavow. Perhaps I was wrong and so were others in thinking that the Government belongs to us. That must be a passe notion; in today’s modern society, it must be the other way around; all praise be unto Obama in the Highest.

According to the author of the Tatler article, most of the people interviewed agreed that they “belong” to the Government. Belonging provides a pleasantly warm and fuzzy feeling. “Belonging” in the sense of being “owned by” the Government was seen as O.K. Here are some quotes:

Interviewer: “The only thing we all belong to is the government. How does that make you feel?
Democrat #1: “We all do belong to the government, if you’re a US citizen.

Democrat #2: “I think regardless of where you grow up, or regardless of where you live, you’re gonna be owned by someone at some point. So — I think the American government so far has been a fair government and I don’t necessarily hate that I’m owned by them at this point.

Democrat #3: “Who knows? I haven’t never had a other feeling, so I can’t tell you how it feels not to belong to the government.

Interviewer: “We don’t all necessarily belong to the same religion but we all belong to the government.”
Democrat #4: “I absolutely agree with that.”
Interviewer: “Yeah? That we all belong to the government?”
Democrat #4: “Yeah.”
Interviewer: “How does that make you feel. Are you excited by that?”
Democrat #4: “Yeah!

Interviewer: “How does it feel to belong to the government?”
Democrat #5: “It feels like one big happy family to belong to the government because if we feel that way, we’re more safer, we feel the government should be able to help us, and be able to take care of us.”

Democrat #6: “It feels great. Sincere.”

Here is Auden’s poem:

(To JS/07 M 378
This Marble Monument
Is Erected by the State)

He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint,
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint,
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
Except for the War till the day he retired
He worked in a factory and never got fired,
But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.
Yet he wasn’t a scab or odd in his views,
For his Union reports that he paid his dues,
(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)
And our Social Psychology workers found
That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.
The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day
And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.
Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,
And his Health-card shows he was once in hospital but left it cured.
Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare
He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Instalment Plan
And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,
A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.
Our researchers into Public Opinion are content
That he held the proper opinions for the time of year;
When there was peace, he was for peace: when there was war, he went.
He was married and added five children to the population,
Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his generation.
And our teachers report that he never interfered with their education.
Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.

Does the Unknown Citizen resemble anyone you might know? Democrats? Republicans? Dogies? Eloi? Oh, never mind. Let’s just eat our governmentally approved food, drink our governmentally approved beverages in governmentally approved quantities, think our governmentally approved thoughts and refrain from such offensive and politically incorrect expressions as “hold the fort.” Our Government will be pleased with us and we will feel that we belong. We will be just fine. Trust the Government!

About danmillerinpanama

I was graduated from Yale University in 1963 with a B.A. in economics and from the University of Virginia School of law, where I was the notes editor of the Virginia Law Review in 1966. Following four years of active duty with the Army JAG Corps, with two tours in Korea, I entered private practice in Washington, D.C. specializing in communications law. I retired in 1996 to sail with my wife, Jeanie, on our sailboat Namaste to and in the Caribbean. In 2002, we settled in the Republic of Panama and live in a very rural area up in the mountains. I have contributed to Pajamas Media and Pajamas Tatler. In addition to my own blog, Dan Miller in Panama, I an an editor of Warsclerotic and contribute to China Daily Mail when I have something to write about North Korea.
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2 Responses to Git along little dogies.

  1. Kcarmody says:

    Thank you Dan! I look forward to your posts everyday!

  2. Helen Anderson says:

    Dan, great post. You don’t “belong;” I don’t “belong.” Fewer and fewer people that I know “belong.” I am watching the DNC; they definitely “belong.” And, therein lies the problem – or not. I am grateful to be where I probably do belong.

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