1984, the Novel You Did Not Understand

Here’s the secret of 1984: the members of the Party are like kept children, unable or unwilling to self-authorize, desperate for emancipation from self-accountability and development of the independent judgment, and painful, painful, dreadful freedom. The people out in the towns? The ones who are thought by Winston to be hopelessly miserable and simple? They are free. It’s the need for acceptance, and the inability to self-authorize that keeps the members of the Party in their self-imposed exile. Every humiliation, every indignity, every scandalous lie they tell themselves, one another, and whomever reads the articles that Winston must edit, is a self-inflicted wound.

The Party is the Corporation.

Every individual who craves – needs – the approval of others so strongly, from early on, jumping through hoops and demonstrating their loyalty and obedience to an abstract social authority epitomized and embodied by Big Brother, belongs to the Party. Upwards they climb, rising up through a dominance hierarchy, oriented as slaves toward a master, sacrificing for the day when they may be a master, themselves. The shape of the unliberated mind made manifest.

So, the joke’s on everyone who thinks that Winston is the Hero. He’s merely the protagonist. The hero is the party official who breaks him, and sets him free. Who shows him his own shadow self. “Her! Do it to her!” In the end, Winston realizes that he loves the Party. Why? Because it set him free.

The point is easily illustrated by a thought experiment. Let’s imagine that every status symbol you ever bought was not available to you. Let’s imagine that all of us had exactly the same income. Now, imagine that individuals could still vie and compete for rank, but the only visible marker of your accomplishments were literally pennants and banners, pins, and flags. Driving through the neighborhoods then, where all houses are more or less the same size, you notice that some of them have a few flags and pennants, and some of them are just ridiculously festooned with them. The overwhelming gaudiness of the display would make clear the bottomless need for approval that is behind it, and we would not look upon that house with admiration so much as pity. Pity for the depth of insecurity made manifest. This is what it means first to even want to be a member of the Party, and to the degree that you’d climb within it, and in the climbing, take on more responsibility for bigger and bigger lies and callous deeds to others, the poverty of such insecurity is made manifest.

Hey, Penn & Teller! I call bullshit.

“The People” is a collective term. I don’t need to rely on that comma to tell you that the interpretation that the 2A is for the purpose of arming the citizens against the state is batshit. The state had no militia, and would not, for some long while after this was written. The militia, as it is used here, is a military force, yes, consisting of citizens – but what did they need a militia for, back then? Hmm? To quell rebellions, you fucking morons. The American Revolution was the solution, and it is ongoing. The way you fight tyranny is to keep the revolution alive, and that revolution is self-governance. So long as the elections are free and fair, there is no justification for fighting the government. Stick to magic, you fucking hacks.

When the elections are no longer free and fair, the law enforcement and military in this country will have the weapons and the duty to cull the civilians whose britches have gotten too big. “B-b-b-but what if they all turn on us, too?” Well, then you are fucked. And your AR-15 or AK-47 ain’t gonna do you no good, anyway, dummy.

Sorry, I feel like I have to speakie the language. Anyway, this is the thing the SCOTUS is terrified to say. It’s one of the Noble Lies of Omission. They could have cleared this up but have not. Because it’s hard. Now. Do you believe in the Noble Lie, here? Or do you think SCOTUS should come clean? If they just put their balls on, and explain this, then gun control becomes a hell of a lot more manageable, instantly. Think hard, bitches. Noble Lie or no?

Here’s where the liberal avoidance of conflict runs smack into itself. It took people willing to face conflict to establish this country and its constitution in the first place. Those people now fix your cars and build your houses, while you look down on them and their immature populism. Heh. If you actually want more gun control, you are going to have to fight for it. Not in the streets, or in your social media feeds, but in the courtrooms. And if you don’t begin there, as far as I can tell, you just want to exhaust yourself, going through motions that are guaranteed not to work, so that you can tell yourself and your peers that you did something.

We’re All Doomed, and We Can Hardly Wait

If the Coming Environmental Apocalypse! continues to underwhelm and be met with “Meh,” I think the social engineers are going to have to start talking about near-Earth objects, and begin discovering objects that are going to be Coming Right At Us!, and that might work for a short time, but they will have to set a short window and then deal with the resulting let-down when it just misses us, or set a longer window of time until arrival and then suffer an even bigger loss of interest when it also fails to smash us. After that, there’s just aliens – good ones, bad ones, neutral ones… until that, too, is nothing special. After that? Nothing. Nothing but the truth after that, which includes catching up on human attrition in a big way.

As the Prophet (just a guy I know on Google+) said, “Humanity is stalled right now,” and we know why. The metanarratives are dead. We invent narrative glosses to cover brutal, low-level truths, but now, the lies we told ourselves are growing just as miserable and untenable as the truths they were meant to conceal from our attention. When the truth is no good, and the lie is no good, there is nothing but waiting for some outside agency to force a new story upon us. And we’ll pretend to hate it even as we lap it up. A person locked in solitary confinement would relish the chance to interact with people, even if that interaction was all pain and brutality, because our brains require the stimulation. So, we’ll eventually find an excuse to create more drama locally, if we can’t get it from god, asteroids, rising sea levels, or space brothers. And that drama will be about sex and death, naturally. Which means race, immigration, etc. We can buy more time locally by projecting our animus outward to other nations, and if other nations are facing the same internal pressures (they are), they will gladly reciprocate, as we project our young males out to our perimeters, and they project their young males out to their perimeters, and where the perimeters meet becomes a big dumping ground for excess troublemakers (young males).

I don’t have an answer. I’m sure something will come along, eventually, it’s just that this brings no comfort, either, given our history. Our societies have evolved to be based upon war. When it doesn’t look like war, it’s only because we can extend abstractions out. Sports, business, etc. But it’s always war, at the bottom. That’s why we bury the truth. In the absence of a grand, shared lie, or metanarrative, the truth is bound to come bubbling up to the surface. Either at home or yonder. But like that prisoner in solitary confinement, I think our species will breathe a sigh of relief when it comes. And that is the scariest part of all. This is what we are, beneath all of our pretty lies.

Charlie Hunter – No Money No Honey

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Rage Against The Machine – First Public Performance Full Concert (HQ)

Rage Against The Machine
First Public Performance
Cal State North Ridge,Ca (October 23,1991)
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Killing In The Name
(02:21) Take The Power Back
(08:55) Auto Logic
(13:09) Bullet In The Head
(18:57) Hit The Deck
(23:24) Township Rebellion
(28:57) Darkness Of Greed
(32:56) Clear The Lane
(37:16) Clampdown
(41:05) Know Your Enemy
(46:08) Freedom

Sonic Youth – The Sprawl (Live In-Studio 2007)

To the extent that I wear skirts
And cheap nylon slips
I've gone native
I wanted to know the exact dimensions of hell
Does this sound simple
Fuck you
Are you for sale
Does "fuck you" sound simple enough
This was the only part that turned me on
But he was candy all over

Come on down to the store
You can buy some more
More, more, more

I grew up in a shotgun row
Sliding down the hill
Out front were the big machines
Steel and rusty now, I guess
Out back was the river
And that big sign down the road
That's where it all started

Come on down to the store
You can buy some more
More, more, more