Ben Debney || It occurred to me earlier that the typical MAGA chud waving the ICE flag gets most of their energy from pwning the libs, the mission their entire ideology seems to be centred around. Hurr hurr libtards get mad when you disrespect them and talk down to them and insult them, what a gaggle of craven, deranged troglodytes banging their heads against each other inside sterile, codependent ingroups. What a bunch of smug, vacant tools stabbing each other in the back when they’re not ganging up on the outsiders they define themselves in oppposition to, but who seem to have endless rent in their heads having individual personalities, independently-formed value systems, ethical cores they haven’t aborted in pursuit of power and self-interest. What a bunch of woke faggots, no brainer they all turned out to be terrorists.
The MAGA chud and ICE fanboi draw from the pooled and magnified conceit of the ingroup, like a Borg Collective. Their King is a slave of his vices, the Kingdom of the Elect built on stone ’til Birnamwood come to Dunsinane. ALL HAIL SANE KING OZYMANDIAS, the value-added human capital work-units drone. It is almost as though none know the existence of the word hubris, much less its meaning. HUBRIS SOUNDS LIKE A DEODORANT MARKETED TO HOMOSEXUALS.
You know how people who read and are capable of being told anything long enough to be educated in the basics sound compassionate because their reasoning is less often rooted in brute instrumentalism: what can this person do for me becomes maybe, oh hey it’s a person there, hello other person who feels the same way you would if they did harm you did to them to you. I should respect you as a you; if nothing else, to you, I’m a you, and if I disrespected you, it would diminish the you in me that you see. That feels shitty in all the ways, instrumentalism renders itself redundant . . . Fuck me it’s almost as though I have an ethical core. I wonder if I can retain an ethical core and a soul and get ahead in the rat race at the same time.
It is no doubt an awkward position to be in, by contrast, to have no courage of convictions to draw from. This is what happens when we have no independent value system to refer to, nothing ultimately even approaching an independent self built from reflection on life experience towards understanding, inner resolution and insight. Instead of trying to work ourselves out, we withdraw further inwards as causality refuses to conform to clique psychology.
The addict crawls into a ball around the drug of Elect Power. The individual is diminished and withers, hiding behind the group k of the self-appointed Elect [insert any religious or political ratof ionale spanning the length and breadth of the ideological spectrum you like, like it matters. If you think for yourself, the communists and the enemies of communism win at the same time. Apparently].
Is this pwning the libs?
Is this triggering the snowflakes who sound lost up their own arses with their book learning and their big words, but who know nothing outside of the experience of fragile, paranoid, middle-class whites?
Thinking about this, it didn’t really seem so.
But you know what’s funny: the underlying assumption that culture-war rhetoric applies equally to middle-class liberals and to counterhegemonic class struggle. Personally, people don’t call me a soyboy much, but when they do, it’s a bit obvious they’re not aware that my name would be black around the soyboy set, like as well, if it even existed. “Soyboy” is about as effective an insult to about anyone as calling an anarchist a Bolshevik. Hurr durr you consume an unorthodox form of coffee whitener of which I disapprove being made of soy beams which is triggering to me. Not woke but. I am also putting you on a moral par with your historical executioners to show you loser. We might as well be wearing a t-shirt, waving a sign and standing under a big neon sight flashing ULTERIOR MOTIVES and POLITICAL AGENDA WEAPONISED TO APPEAL TO INGROUP PSYCHOLOGY.
It’s almost as though the mud thrown is a measure of the thrower: slaves are lazy but parasitical supremacists aren’t. Women are emotional and prone to crazy outbursts that make them difficult to subdue, but fragile male domestic abusers are steeled and in control. Arabs are savages who have no concept of civilised norms of restraint and fair play, but genocidal sadists carry the torch of historical memory against the amensia-enslaved hordes who know only the brute impulse of the aristocrat and the totalitarian.
And also:
It seems like it’s all about sides. Any side will do. Find a side to back and hide behind. Make a bet like at the races, like when browsing the government metrics on secondary schools when shopping around to maximise the advantage of your own horrifically helicoptered and wretchedly sadistic and warped crotch-goblins. Figure out which ingroup morality-policing bandwagon is best to elevate you the highest–are you an anti-immigrant bigot, or are you a bit more around things like misogyny because you face it every minute of every day, but you kind of like ingroup privilege around single issues, so paranoid conspiracism around transexuality makes sense because we wouldn’t want our genders impurified by subhumans. Maybe you’re for the working class but against petit-bourgeois deviationism, or for racial equality and everyone getting along except for the freakshows who aren’t invited so everyone has someone to tak about when we run out of things to talk about talking only about ourselves.
Pick a side, find a way to explain to yourself why the world is just but for the unpeople and subhumans who, for whatever reason, seem unable to get with the rat race. Systematise it, codify it, raise it to the level of an ideology, turn education over to its reproduction and development, give it logos and seals, imprint it on militaries, impose it on other peoples and cultures as a welcoming present and fait accompli of conquest, write it into the pages of history. Write complex and nuanced denunciations of all the other competing rationales, build careers, schools of thought, legacies, figureheads, martyrs.
Wage war so that whoever is left by force of arms can determine whose groupthink-driven, collectively narcissistic and paranoid ingroup morality-policing scapegoatong bandwagon as rationale for positively sacred social and class heirarchies, personal boundaries not so much was the best way of hiding from ourselves?
It’s almost as though infantile dependency on institutionalised authority and coercive cults of the normal and such spare us the trouble of growing to individual and collective, historical maturity. It seems like that dependency on the womb of authority is more punishing than the work we need to do to figure ourselves out as individuals, to work out our own independent value system, and rise above the tribalism, codependency and collective paranoia that positively guarantees our fate, that positively guarnatees the global downward spiral into all the chaos reflexively associated with counterhegemonic anarchism.
Would it be easier just to do that work? Are we disinclined to be less punishing on ourselves collectively and historically, and to develop individual, self-actualised, fulfilled personalities because it means we have to be responsible?
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