Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays

have lighted fools The way to dusty death.

Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow,

a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more:

it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing


Saturday

The Pragmatist and the Philosopher

 

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the ancient Agora of Athens. Beneath an olive tree, Socrates, aged and thoughtful, discussed with J.D. Vance, whose modern suit sharply contrasted the timeless setting. Vance's presence, an anomaly, brought modern "national security objectives" into Socratic inquiry.

Socrates: Vance, your conviction about your leaders is striking. Your "dumb presidents" phrase caught my ear. Does this ancient setting give you pause?

Vance: (Curt nod, assessing the Agora) Not really. Power's fundamentals resonate here. My words hold true: "I understand the concern, but the difference is that, back then, we had dumb presidents and now we have a president who actually knows how to accomplish America’s national security objectives. So this is not going to be some long, drawn-out thing."

Socrates: What makes a president "dumb," and what defines "knowing how to accomplish"?

Vance: (Hardening) "Dumb" presidents lead endless wars, waste blood, fail to define America’s interests. Pathetic. Smart is clarity, swift action, then extraction for national prosperity. My president gets it. He doesn't get bogged down. That’s for weaklings who can't win.

Socrates: But does swiftness guarantee wisdom? A quick cure might cause hidden harm.

Vance: (Scoffs, a slight tightening around his eyes as he considers the analogy before dismissing it) That’s a liberal trap, Socrates, always with the "what ifs." "Dumb" presidents amplified problems while depleting our strength. Our approach is surgical. Strike the root, get out. No ten-year reconstructions. We secure our interests. Our objectives are tangible: protecting our people, resources, allies. A nuclear program? That’s a real threat. Our leader has the guts to act directly, not debate sociology. No philosophy required.

Socrates: So, direct action on tangible threats is smart?

Vance: Precisely. Preserving our republic, protecting citizens and borders. Not policing the world. "Dumb" presidents chased abstract globalism. We deter others with overwhelming strength, not by reshaping their politics. That's a sucker's game.

Socrates: Strength and deterrence, your new wisdom. But does deterrence require understanding the deterred? Does it risk provoking a fear-driven "long, drawn-out thing"?

Vance: (A sharp shake of his head, a flash of impatience) Risk? Inaction is worse. "Dumb" presidents were weak, indecisive. A clear signal, a strong hand – that reduces miscalculation. It says: "We know our interests, we protect them directly, and we aren't getting pulled into your endless local quarrels." Your Athenian diplomacy is quaint, Socrates. Ambiguity breeds weakness. It invites testing, miscalculation. A clear message, delivered with decisive action, defines boundaries. "This far, no further." "Subtle persuasion" meant endless talk, broken promises under the old guard. Clarity is honest; it shuts down the opposition.

Socrates: So, wisdom recognizes limits, drawn around "direct responsibility." But how is "direct" defined when dangers cross oceans instantly? If a fire burns next door, might not smoke drift to your own?

Vance: (Sighs, running a hand through his hair, a hint of genuine weariness now underlying his resolve) That's a romantic notion, Socrates, but utterly impractical. The world isn't a village. Some fires must burn out, or be contained by those closest. Our "direct responsibility" involves clear, demonstrable links to our security, economy, or explicit allies. Not every civil war, not every regional ambition. "Dumb" presidents blurred those lines, making every spark a conflagration demanding our intervention. We don't have infinite resources or endless patience. To be strong, you must conserve strength, not dissipate it chasing ghosts.

Socrates: Is strength merely weapons, or also reputation, trust, alliances? If a nation acts only for direct interest, might it become strong but isolated? Is powerful solitude true wisdom?

Vance: (Stiffens, his gaze hardening further) That's philosophy, not reality. When wolves are at the gate, they want teeth, not smiles. Strength is defense, power, enforcing will. Allies come from shared interest, not abstract goodwill. If allies see us strong and decisive, protecting concrete interests, they'll stand with us. "Dumb" presidents, chasing "goodwill," squandered strength on pointless commitments for ungrateful partners. Persuasion has its place, but it's worthless without undeniable power.

Socrates: If swift actions create a hostile world, isn't that long-term detrimental? Can short-term "smartness" sow seeds for a greater, more dangerous "drawn-out thing" for successors?

Vance: (Leaning back, a deep breath, his confidence briefly challenged by the cascading hypotheticals before he reasserts himself) Socrates, your questions paint grim pictures, but they assume impossible global control. We cannot micromanage the world's fears or resentments. We control our actions, our strength. If others feel abandoned, perhaps they leaned too heavily on us. Their weapons are their folly. A "smart" president knows universal tranquility is fantasy. A safer world for us is the achievable reality. Foresight isn't clairvoyance! It's prioritizing clear, immediate threats. Our president acts. Paralysis by "what ifs" starts "long, drawn-out things." The "dumb presidents" were paralyzed by such rumination, achieving only failure. My "smart" president acts despite risks. Enmity is inherent to existence among nations. Wisdom is managing it, ensuring our nation's survival and prosperity. No nation bleeds itself for a philosopher's ideal of universal peace.

Socrates: (Nods slowly, his eyes still fixed on Vance, a gentle but persistent expression) Indeed, Vance.To act in an imperfect world, face grim realities, and secure one's people—these are heavy burdens. But is it not also wisdom to understand that even survival and prosperity, pursued too narrowly, can lead to different peril? If a nation is strong, yet friendless, rich, yet resented, secure yet surrounded by a world made turbulent by its own hand, is that truly "smart" leadership, or merely postponing a deeper accounting?

(Vance opens his mouth, but Socrates holds up a hand, a soft, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips.)

Socrates: But alas, friend Vance, the sun now sets. The hour grows late. You have articulated a view of leadership that prizes swiftness, clarity, and a singular focus on national interest, distinguishing it sharply from what you call the "dumb" ways of the past. And I, in my simple way, have merely sought to understand the very nature of this "smartness"—whether it encompasses only the immediate outcome, or also the distant echoes; whether wisdom resides solely in the might of one's own arm, or also in the cultivation of trust among peoples; and whether a "long, drawn-out thing" might sometimes be avoided only by inviting a different, perhaps more insidious, form of protracted consequence.

(Socrates rises slowly from the bench, stretching his weary limbs. Vance also stands, looking out at the last sliver of sun disappearing behind the distant hills, a complex mixture of conviction and a new, quiet contemplation on his face.)

Vance: (A thoughtful, almost wistful tone, his voice lower than before) Perhaps, Socrates, some truths are indeed too vast to be fully grasped in a single sitting, or by a single man. My world, as you've observed, moves with great speed. Perhaps it does not afford the luxury of such prolonged philosophical inquiry as your Athens once knew.

Socrates: (His gaze now turned towards the deepening twilight) Perhaps, Vance. Or perhaps, it is precisely when the world moves with great speed that the patient, unhurried examination of words and their true meaning becomes most necessary, lest we mistake haste for wisdom, and a short conflict for a lasting peace. Go now, friend Vance. Reflect on these matters. And may your leaders, whether deemed "smart" or "dumb," always strive, above all, for true wisdom.



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