down. (He little knew, poor man, how much he was flattering our capacity for Realpolitik!) But he had reckoned without his creed’s fatal and fundamental weakness, which is, that as Junker-Militarism promotes only stupid people and snobs, and suppresses genuine realists as if they were snakes, it always turns out when a crisis arrives that “the silly people don’t know their own silly business.”  The Kaiser and his ministers made an appalling mess of their job.  They were inflamed by Bernhardi; but they did not understand him.  They swallowed his flattery, but did not take in his strategy or his warnings.  They knew that when the moment came to face the Franco-Russian alliance, they were to make a magnificient dash at France and sweep her pieces off the great chess board before the Russians had time to mobilize; and then return and crush Russia, leaving the conquest of England for another day.  This was honestly as much as their heads could hold at one time; and they were helplessly unable to consider whether the other conditions postulated by Bernhardi were present, or indeed, in the excitement of their schoolboyish imaginations, to remember whether he had postulated any at all.  And so they made their dash and put themselves in the wrong at every point morally, besides making victory humanly impossible for themselves militarily.  That is the nemesis of Militarism:  the Militarist is thrown into a big game which he is too stupid to be able to play successfully.  Philip of Spain tried it 300 years ago; and the ruin he brought on his empire has lasted to this day.  He was so stupid that though he believed himself to be the chosen instrument of God (as sure a sign of a hopeless fool in a man who cannot see that every other man is equally an instrument of that Power as it is a guarantee of wisdom and goodwill in the man who respects his neighbor as himself) he attempted to fight Drake on the assumption that a cannon was a weapon that no real gentleman and good Catholic would condescend to handle.  Louis XIV. tried again two centuries ago, and, being a more frivolous fool, got beaten by Marlborough and sent his great-grandson from the throne to the guillotine.  Napoleon tried it 100 years ago.  He was more dangerous, because he had prodigious personal ability and technical military skill; and he started with the magnificent credential of the French Revolution.  All that carried him farther than the Spanish bigot or the French fop; but he, too, accreted fools and knaves, and ended defeated in St. Helena after pandering for twenty years to the appetite of idiots for glory and bloodshed; waging war as “a great game”; and finding in a field strewn with corpses “un beau spectacle.”  In short, as strong a magnet to fools as the others, though so much abler.

Our Own True Position.