Ar Moxon Quotes

Historians have a word for Germans who joined the Nazi party, not because they hated Jews, but out of a hope for restored patriotism, or a sense of economic anxiety, or a hope to preserve their religious values, or dislike of their opponents, or raw political opportunism, or convenience, or ignorance, or greed. That word is "Nazi." Nobody cares about their motives anymore. They joined what they joined. They lent their support and their moral approval. And, in so doing, they bound themselves to everything that came after. Who cares any more what particular knot they used in the binding?

Meet me in the middle, says the unjust man. You take a step towards him, he takes a step back. Meet me in the middle, says the unjust man.

but it has to be admitted that we have collectively proved ourselves to be even worse—more gleeful in ignorance and cruelty, more toxic in intent, more destructive in action, far more willing to construct vast moats of unawareness between ourselves and the inconveniences of caring about other human beings—than even the most jaded newly awakened fool would have dared believe.

Dogs think everybody is a dogs.

Sometimes it all strikes me as futile. But other times, I don't think what matters is the result. In those moments, I think all that matters is hope. Not the hope the world provides us. I think the only hope there is to be had is the hope we make for ourselves, and the only way I know for us to make it is by being fools. I think sometimes that's the only way hope can be made: some utter fool, doing some hopeless foolish thing, with failure very likely, moving, unexpectably, from the safety of sanity into some hopelessness or other; by being foolish, and moving farther into the foolishness.

The presidential defenders drew a distinction they found important: he was very clearly not defending *the Nazis* who were there, he was defending all the *other people* there, who were *not* Nazis. The very fine people didn't chant the Nazi slogans, I suppose; they just marched in the same crowd, and for the same basic cause. They must have heard the chant, but one must assume they had invented different reasons to march, and different causes. This was the distinction. We are meant to find this distinction meaningful.

Here’s what I think: any compass that does not use as true north a justice founded in love (that is, a justice that ensures the inherent dignity, legal equality, and basic physical and spiritual need of all human beings) will inevitably fail to recognize that people are art. It will arrive at one barbarism or another, in a way that confounds intention, because even a well-intentioned navigator will go to a terrible place if that’s where the compass points. Navigation can be corrected. A course can be adjusted. New paths can be devised to arrive at the correct destination. But if the compass is wrong, the corrections and adjustments will be incorrect, the new path just as wrong as the one before, and the destination will remain a foul one.

He's so certain of his correctness, the Coyote, so taken with his self-perceived moral authority. Having targeted the worst person he's ever met, he's bestowing license upon himself to bestow the worst punishments ever yet devised.