Ain't My America

Ain't My America
Bill Kauffman

This important political history of the rightwing anti-interventionist/anti-expansionist tradition should exceed the needs of its current heirs, and for regular consumers of Mr. Kauffman approach, he has done much more than catalog the characters and movements (or throwers of monkey wrenches) that have expressed themselves over the centuries.

Kauffman's style, a use of high vocabulary mixed with the occasional uttering of curse words and graphic allusions to the toll on the boys sent into these wars, offers an aesthetic for the paleo-right to emulate and expand upon.

He furthers his critique into outgrowths of the regimented life in our Empire: attacks on the space program, the metric system, daycare, and daylight savings, leaving the Hard Right reactionary contemplating how much needs to be undone to recalibrate the social democratic mind and it's banalities to think for itself and its own interest.

Removing this book from the history genre, it is the book in the melancholy tradition of the Anglo-Celts. It lacks the comforts of the Continental's fatalism where at least one knows the end of the story, and dares suggest, as I sip err-polish off a locally brewed pint, what might yet be--the American Patriot shows itself, spirit intact.

Social democrats will ignore the book.

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world

If only, Mr. Yeats, if only.

Listen to Bill Kauffman at Cato discussing Ain't My America if you plan on waiting for a used a copy. Patting self on back for Drunkard reference.