@msolga,
msolga wrote:
Quote:Now if the ICC were to make an inquiry about political rights in China that would be an indication that the world has elevated itself to a new plane, as I believe you may be suggesting. ...
Well, no, actually I haven't suggested any such thing, George.
Agreed, however I am suggesting that if the ICC were anything at all like what its propagandists sometimes suggest, that would be possible. That it is not possible reminds us just how unserious the ICC really is.
msolga wrote:
Quote:I am reminded of Kissinger's old quip about why disputes involving academic rivalries in Universities such as Harvard are fought with such persistent tenacity... "Because the stakes are so low", he opined.
You'll have to explain the significance of that analogy, George.
Which stakes concerning Libya in the UN are so low?
I was suggesting that the present sound and fury about the disposal of Ghadaffi through the ICC is an indicator of the fact that he and his exit from power are considered to be inconsequential by the nations with an interest in the situation. They are content to allow the ICC to work its way precisely because Ghadaffi doesn't matter at all to any of them.
I'll acknowledge a deep personal bias against the idealism of the various reformers of mankind who have stained the pages of history. Some excuse their misdeeds with the presumed nobility of their aims. However I am mindful of the millions of human lives wasted and destroyed in the futile and perversely wicked effort to create a new socialist man in the ill-fated Marxist paradises of Russia and China. I believe that illustrates a general proposition about all attempts to reform humanity in our world. The best we can do is limited government which acknowledges the realities of human nature and is content to merely limit the evils humans do to one another. More than that brings out the very worst in us.
I believe this is what is behind our very different perspectives on the world.
Now you've got me recalling more of ole Fitz and Kayyam;
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his Hour or two, and went his way.
...
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.
And this delightful Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean--
Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!