These Leonine Pleasures of the Superior Insight
by Bodwyn Wook
[‘The eerie facility with which the templates and silhouettes converge in the objective Wookoscope, of the institutional, political, cultural and absolute moral failure of all the superficially ‘rival’ forms of our haunted and bankrupt professionalist credentiallism, is as remarkable as it is just plain starkly pukesome’ — BW]
In England, says my old friend, Aunty, of Anticant’s Arena, the NuLabour Children’s Secretary, Mr Ed Balls, is having 20,000 of ‘the worst families in Britain’ put under twenty-four CCTV camera surveillance:
Apart from the possibly irrelevant fact that I know of loads of deserving families right here in my maternal country, in Terre de Bleu City and Squawbunion County, in southern Minnesota, the whole conception is as professionalistic as it is credentialled, vicious, sneering and (objectively) God-damned. It is especially saddening to those of us at least old enough to remember our dads and neighbours telling about the Second World War and what they felt they were fighting for, even when they quite correctly saw that “most officers were complete sonsofbitches” and the “God-damn 4-Fs at home were all chasing pussy and stealing the place blind.” Even so, the fight for them was against tyranny, and rightly or wrongly many were ready in 1945 to “go and bomb the piss out of those Red bastards” and quite willing to use the A-bomb to do it. Needless to say, this attests the brutalisation of it all, and the fact that a whole combat generation later in power got ‘the lesson’ wrong, namely to do the automatic opposite of the Tory party and Charles Lindbergh in the 1930s, in foreign affairs in the 1960s and, indeed, early 2000s. By then the children of the victors were ‘in power’, a particularly slimey situation for a load of credentiallised relativistic moralists being led by their snouts by gung-ho christian pot-lickers & fundamentalists…against made-mad-for-Tee Vee mohametan mullahs.
The tragedy is especialy acute in the case of the nominally more introspective generation-members, many of whom tend to be leftists and — in an oddly lindberghian way — think sincerely we should stay home and sweep our own steps.
They are as much horrified by our own wrong past as that of any other nations’ and, as far as that goes, to their credit they do want to ‘escape History’. Clearly the need is for ‘better’ human beings. Wretchedly, this leads to the state-saecularist attempt of to-day to replace the older religions with what passes for behavioural ‘science’, ‘PC’ ‘thought’ — and, trying to take Heaven by storm by throwing barrels of money and hecatombs of ‘professionals’ at social problems that are intractable, and remain intractable because of the complete absence of any kind of human love and respect for one another anywhere whatsoever in the public by-ways.
Obviously it is become necessary after sixty-some years ‘on benefit’ to survey continuously these statistical and sociological ‘clients’ who are no longer human beings in the full public sense, least of all in any meaningful constitutional way, and to keep an eye on them at every point of the compass, wanking in solitary or not.
They remain men to be sure, but, now, they are become under prebendary state subvention men like rats….
[There was further outraged tutting — and, an oily sidebar by Mr Zola! — and Mr Wook then re-joined the fray, inimitably thus:]
The Oily Stark Fist of Disembodied Public Ire & Removal lashes down out of The Secret & Hidden Neosophist Parasphere, and it takes out Gordon Brown, Barrack Room Obama and the Whole Load & Boiling, sending these “pet sonsofbitches” of rural American Squawbunion County farmer Judson Andersen’s all flying and squeaking, men like rats, through the air and into the audience, who jeer delightedly as is always their wont when they behold gentlemen (sic) in difficulties…. (pace Kenneth Grahame)
Anyway, I just want to stick in the fact that the shadow always reveals itself — what else is the current faddish pop-therapeutic jabber about ‘bullying’? For instance ‘in the schools’. What of ‘the schools’? Surely these places, the devoted concern-object now of state liberallists for going on three generations, should, by now, be entirely free of such passions, nicht wahr?
Nay, not so — and, however might they even be so, when the very schools are the pit and damned epicentre of it all, of all the ill-disguised and tyrannous, mad, therapeutic disingenuous bullying.
NuLayabout AND these pikey Tories looking to perch ANYWHERE and shit on our heads are a load of demented Public Sanitarians who have become embroiled in their projected emotions, of the hatred and scorn felt by The Sour Chronic Uplifter & Methodist Teetotaler, for their very clientle!
Only see these liberals, of all parties, see them as they preen and squawk and defecate and sneer at us from their wire full of InterPorn, because we — we? — are not…’compassionate’!
5 August 2009
The Landed Underclass posted some salient points on an exhausted “Special Relationship:”
You ain’t going to get no backtalk from me, these people here are pinheads and I think that England and the English should very carefully assess anew the emotional component of any ongoing “special” realtionship with a nation increasingly non-white and non-North Atlantean.
The Hispano-American element is not “bad,” (yo hablo and all that), but its narrative objectively is rooted in Romano-Habsburgean interrogative and not adversarial law-proceedings. It is no accident of “narrative,” in other words, that it took a Mexican-American AG under Bush Minor to deconstruct the Constitution on the business not so much of torture of foreign nationals who, after all, at least in some cases had put themselves into an ambiguous legal relationship with the US government. Torture of ones enemies is merely stupid and only sows the seeds of more, you guessed it, History! That, naturally, is “fucked up” not least from the standpoint of the Ziono-NeoCon End Of History fantasy. But, Gonzalez was also hip-deep in all of the rationales for vastly increased (and, incompetently done!) domestic spying and such.
On balance, it is the common authoritarian- and bully-type of personality on both sides of the ocean, credentialed “public service sector” moral undermen, who have their oversalaried career- and prestige-investment tied up in this “special” and, now, non-consensual bdsm-tainted “relationship.”
Friday, 7 August 2009
Aunty in the “UK” (England!) yesterday was on the rag about the preachy & irksome NuLabour pol & sometime cabineteer, Ms Harriet Harmon:
Hmm…back in my salad days in the early 1970s, I used to annoy a colleague who was ardently feminist:
“You know, Polly, in an earlier day women didn’t have time for this hocus-pocus, they was too busy washing clothes by hand on a rock in the river and if they was lucky enough to have a man around who could hunt and keep off the other ones, there wasn’t any of this palsy jabber about ‘violence’ neither!”
She would get really irate, whereas my friend, Vance, would join in:
“Right, Polly, gotcha! OK, Big Woman, say some MORE feminism! You wanna be a REAL Big Woman and dish it out good, go ahead, we’ll listen up real good…’cause why?
“Nice legs, that’s why, Polly…NICE legs!”
One time she got really POed and snapped: “You men! dog-eat-dog…!”
“Oh, bitch, Bitch, BITCH!” cracked Vance.
We was, er, were all in our twenties and Polly, a really good person, snapped out of it pretty quick — maybe Ms Harmon was less fortunate in her youth and didn’t have any male-type buddies around to call her on this BS and help her nip it in the bud.
8 August 2009
Dr Davis was seething about the “organic” hoax, yesterday:
This organic horseshit is the greatest swindle on Earth, along with “victim Zionists” and “Obamacare!” All it means is that there is some CARBON in it — and, I daresay, that goes for the neurotoxic mosquito-repellent DEET too.
“Sort of a God-damn DUMB animal!” (Mr Judson Andersen, a 91-year-old Cymro-Danish Harebrain Township farm neighbour, Squawbunion County, MN)
Sunday, 9 August 2009
The Landed Underclass, may Allah assain him & strengthen his arm, has been after the pretensions of rhe obsolecsing print-media, their positon being that htey, somehow, merit more access to the recording of public events than do (the horror!) ‘non-professionals’:
In a comment in reply, Donnach DeLong key-boards:
‘Do you accept the difference between a police officer and a vigilante? An ambulance driver and someone who might like driving fast with sick people in the car? Between a GP and a Chinese herbs enthusiast? Do I need to go on?’
The component of interest is self-evident, and the loaded terms.
So is the self-adorative cant implicit in these same false binarisms.
It follows that the job of The Public then — ‘non-professionals’, eg — is to inhibit and interfere with all of these non-wealth-creating gentry at any and every occasion when they are not directly involved in tasks of actual life-saving, or at least an equivalent amount of actual public enhancement.
The dishonest resort to ad hominem ‘argument’ and name-calling about ‘hysterical overreaction…completely out of context’, as well as being embarrasingly self-revelatory, is objectively completely irrelevant.
In other words:
The professionalist & self-credentialled (NB) non-productive classes all get to gouge and suck only per consensus omnium, and then only to the extent that they produce (instead of tangible wealth) some at least of this vaunted ‘value’ and integrity of which they prate when in their better moods — and not just the display of snarling piss-infantile touchiness, here.
Finally, pray, whenever did a load of scriveners in any media get elevated to the real professional status of medical doctors, lawyers and the better class of dons?
Hungarian-American historian-emeritus John Lukacs is particularly scathing about this whole load of bullshit, and the historical problem — it is acute — not only of inflation of money, but of the inflation of language in the public discourse.
It results, precisely, in the ludicrous display of hysterical (sic) vanity (sic) we have just been treated to read.
Similarly, to-day, Mr LUC takes on the self-adoring pretensions of NHS ‘medical administrators’, to ooh & aah over ‘more’ patient data, when they indeed can’t handle the information (?) they already have:
The great objective (!) problem is that sooner or later (and, more than one of!) the NHS ‘trust’ (like Hell!) administrative types WILL get plaster-ass drunk, and they WILL then proceed to leave your gen laying around in the train, in a lap-top or briefcase or what-the-eff-ever…whereupon, the obscene bombardment of Viagra ’spam’ in your PC shall no doubt at least be trebled! Whereas that is only the start of the trouble….
These people’s conception of mathematics is completely –ed-up-by-the-numbers more than somewhat, if they think (sic) for even an instant that by increasing the data field they are somehow going to minimise mis-chance and error.
Actually, such conceptions descend upon the nadir of sublimity with flashing gaudy bathospheric lamps in some back-handed unintended fashion one absolutely CAN not find words to describe!
Wednesday, 12 August 2009
Libertarian Defence & “The Rods Of God“ (Not To Mention China, Israel, Iran & The Rest Of The Bastards)
This from Dr Davis to-day brings us to the thorny problem of defence of a libertarian government from foreign and irate statists, who above all may feel the need to overturn such a bad example to their own helotry:
It is hair-raising to realise that The Chinamen and the Judeo-Mohametans all very possibly are well on the way now to the launch of their own Terror & Sorting Out Orbo-Digital Battlestars.
Someone in the trailercourt christian G W Bush’s second term made mention on Tee Vee of some sort of AmeriCon “Rods Of God” set-up with which to bombard everyone with lengths of metal pipe and thus supervise The Divers Wogs & (presumably) To Keep Niggers Out Of the White House Forever & Ever, Honkeydom Without End, Amen, but this was some sort of trial (forgive the irremediable mixture in metaphor) balloon merely, I gather.
There is in any case an impeccably well-written future history about the importance of the gravity well in the defence of a free society, and it is The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress, by Robert A Heinlein (pbuh).
Begging No Less a ‘Profession’ Than All the Rest!
See here, begging certainly is no less a ‘profession’ than whatever it is Ms Shoesole does in Haringey!!
I think that professional begging can be a jolly thing and on all fours with any other sort of busking. It is part of the entertainment industry after all, as the Doyle tale tacitly demonstrates, and it had ought to be viewed as such. Indeed, one imagines a system of awards and ceremonies on telly every year, ‘Best Scam’, ‘Best False Penis Amputation’, ‘Best Former NuLayabout MP’ and so forth. Freedom means a competitive open market here, too, and those who perhaps who think the streets should be ‘cleaned up’ are perfectly free to organise in-doors superior charities to provide at least for the less talented, and them anyway off of the streets.
(The Salvation Army gets my mite everytime, every time!)
Again, on the glorious 12th, Dr Davis stopped in-doors to post the following question:
‘Is extremism in defence of liberty a vice or a virtue?’ is his query.
Now of course it was Senator Goldwater (pbuh, and for whom I campaigned as a fifteen-years’ old schoolboy) who said that first, in 1964.
Obviously, it is a bit over the top (and awful semantics, too!) to identify ‘all’ of one’s happiness and well-being with ones politico-sociological fate as a biological social species-member — but, being unduly annoyed by my gregarious fellows if they get completely out of hand and try to be TOO chummy without being properly invited with my stash of females and weed means they WILL be shot.
16 August 2009
On the thorny problem of whether any bureaucratic system of health-care delivery is — or, can be — good for purpose over the long-term was the topic of this, in Landed Underclass yesterday:
In the last act of American “free” “market” Insurance Company & Medical Administration rigged “health” “care” — as Americanos who have any actually dare to USE their insurance — one-by-one they are all (!) kicked off of coverage to rot and die “on the county” in nursing home back wards, gagged against the pain and non-availability of morphine. Meanwhile, the US Marines battle bravely in the Afghan lands against “terrorism,” above all to make sure there will be even LESS of these heinous narcotics because the Baby Boom dying might otherwise be “in danger of becoming addicts!”
This looming health care failure in the West, in BOTH England and America, is a consequence of scale and not any “mission statement” whatsoever, neither socialist OR capitalist.
Because — and at every point of the compass — what you can write about “socialized medicine” is — exactly and precisely and analogously and identically and equally — so about so-called “free market” and insurance-profits driven medicine here in the Land of the Round Doorknobs.
The eerie facility with which the templates and silhouettes converge in the objective Wookoscope is just remarkable.
To take but two points, firstly you write:
‘…[T]here are loads and loads of managers, PR consultants and professional scolders, naggers and busybodies; a vast IT industry producing (perhaps fortunately for the tattered remains of British civil liberties) little except sales-puff and classical Newtonian chaos, and several regiments of hangers-on of a more or less artificial nature; and there is so little actual healthcare available after they’ve all been paid that it is now being withheld from those who need it on increasingly arbitrary, specious and political grounds.’
Over here it is non-stop (!) drugs pimping on Tee Vee. “See your Doctor NOW, for your own Unobtainium RX! Warning, the God-damned side-effects may kill OFF your warty, baggy, useless Hippy old ass, but Doctor is a wise (wo)man — (s)he won’t do you until WE say so!”
Then you add:
‘The whole thing is a sham. It is not to preserve the nation’s health, but to preserve its socialism.’
“The whole thing is a sham over here too.
“It is NOT to preserve the nation’s health, but to preserve its…
“INSURO-MEDICO BUREAUCRATIC CORPORATISM!”
This happens because at bottom human organised groups necessarily feed off the environment, the energy and output of Nature is thus consumed by another kind of organism in other words, and the biomass outside of any corporate entity (including in this case any ‘out-group’ humans unfortunate enough to get within chequebook-reach) all is fair game.
I would say now (a la Tarpley) that the fascist type of capital-state, that image, is not inapposite to us here — anticant says to me he is just now reading a hair-raising account of our US mess by Webster Tarpley. (A lot of folks consider Tarpley an awful nutter, but that’s probably because he and I think likely on many a point!)
As to the fascist business, History shows that the last time such a synthesis was even remotely approached on this epochal scale in the West — in late Rome — the state gobbled up the private wealth. Now Professor Philip Bobbitt says, in The Shield of Achilles (2003), this time around that the private corporations because of their territoriless strategic advantage in our electronic age will put the state out of business.
Take your pick, and…bend over.
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
A dire row over the heritability of G (‘intelligence’) has broken out once again. This time the incendiary would seem to have been Dr Gabb:
And, Landed Underclass got broiled in the ensuing fracas with Ian B, twice over:
The ruction was about whether ‘intelligence’ is ‘inherited’. This is emotive stuff because it indeed does remind us of the Nazis and the preceding eugenics movement in the Old Atlantic West.
Right here at home in southern Minnesota, State Senator and Mankato physician Dr Andrews (who delivered Maud Hart [Lovelace] of later Betsy-Tacy fame in 1892) brought in a bill (passed) for the sterilisation of defectives….
Now, once again, everyone seems to have gotten rushed into the delectable strenuosities of arguing about one of these false binarisms. Rather obviously, the wetware is inherited. And, I daresay, after that it is up to God, the Nanny State and the parents, as to whomever shall have first crack at wrecking the poor little bastard. In the case of the gentry it becomes a question of which of “those schools,” as my American mother put it….
Anyhow, I’m glad for this much at least, that my pet peeve about the stultifying effect on acuity of hydrogenated oils, and the oxymoronic lie about ’safe vegetable spread’, did not arise. During such times of intestine discord — for the margarine indeed I find costive — one positively must cling onto the small mercies, hmm?
‘That all grants and promises of fines and forfeitures of particular persons before conviction are illegal and void.‘
In An Englishman’s Castle to-day was cited Magna Carta, Edward iii and the Bill of Rights — one may only pray & hope it so, and that not in vain:
You there in England certainly have my prayers & wishes as you struggle with this foul relentless shower of habsburgism. These professional civil servants & party managers of to-day seem in no case any longer to be English in any meaningful sense whatsoever. No more than our American counterparts to them any more are constitutionalists. Not a one in ten thousand…. — BW
Friday, 21 August 2009
Rot Watch takes a nuanced and thoughtful, humane, view of the Lockerbie bomber-pardon, something in itself that is rare in the blogs these days:
Mention is made of the sometimes-irksome blather in such instances, about the so-called Anglo-American Special Relationship. All I have say about that is THIS:
The “special relationship” is now mainly a load of rootless professionalists in cahoots, and with no meaningful committment whatsoever on either side, none at all to any sort of homeland and the law, and neither to Queen, Constitutions or Countries. Some blogeur wrote recently that you lot are “poodling” in order to keep on getting nuclear supplies from off of these US, rootless, “New World Order” moral vagabonds. Quien sabe? President (sic) Obama can’t possibly and is doubtlessly being “poodled” by the same demi-competent apparatchiks that let the September 11th mess happen eight years ago. These 1946-64s are truly, truly the most awful morally insane careerist halfwits you can imagine, and this made-for-Tee Vee “Terror War” of theirs is just the vanity-stricken guff and ponceing about, of all those Baby Boomers who aren’t good enough to get any media attention in any other way. The ones that aren’t even good enough to be Michael Jackson I mean, or Gary Glitter or something….
There are bombs set off by others from the ranks of The Immature, of course there are — and there have been in western cities every year (and now in the airplanes overhead too from time-to-time) for going on a hundred and fifty years now. It is simply a chronic kind of urban police-problem, like badger games and pigeon-foisting. But that’s not good enough for these hysterical ex-Luv Children!
24 August 2009
MORE Professionalist Catshit!
Now the FBI Director (a cop!) is lecturing foreigners on judicial procedure:
…[I]t’s embarrassing. These Baby Boom “professionals” suck & infest around everywhere over here. Some of them now have “global” Big Ideas, too, like in Downtown Iraq. The “security” ones, of fourteen or seventeen or Jesus Christ Alone Boiling In Hell knows how many “intelligence” agencies, all stepped all over each others’ whangers and positively managed to LET the Mad Mohametan attacks go in on 11 September 2001. (I’m not an asshole, so I don’t say “9/11,” it’s NOT some bullshit media-illiterate echo of another bankrupt convenience-store chain!) “Big Government” (to go with the “global” Big Ideas mentioned above) is just another synonym for an ENORMOUS crock of shit, and the Scotchmen should all tell “Gestapo” Miller to piss off.
Dr Davis to-day took the pony of Anglo-American Benevolence & Eleemosynary Doings for a turn in the blogospheric tanbark; the Lockerbie bomber-pardon ruction is prompting quite a bit of thought about the divers rationales that undergird this ‘war’ ‘for’ ‘civilisation’, of Mr Robert Fisk’s anyway…:
As to that last term in the series, or our culture rather — cultures are, or can be anyway, vast & spacious, whereas ‘civilisation’ is a mere thing of poly-technical regulatory jobsworths, all sucking the professionalist monkey — in any case, I happen to think (NB) that shitting all over our best legal traditions all across the Atlantic West simply because of the ebb and flow of sometimes anguished emotions is nonetheless the very best to way to slip, perhaps forever, back into the hysterical (and despotic!) sewer that IS the most of History.
26 August 2009
Seas To Be Swept…Again!
From the BBC, on-line:
A young Dutch girl wants to circumnavigate the globe, writes Landed Underclass, and of course The Trained Public (Dutch) Liberals are trying to stop it:
This “socialworking” is too bad as it clouds the individual issue of whether this particular 13-year-old is ready or not to go. Government categorical intervention of this sort seems so often to bring “caring” neurotics with “credentials” into the fray! This miserable nonstop extraversion turns everything into a freedom-struggle between The Chimps. What we all need instead inwardly to learn to do is how to sit back, assess the whims and desires so often blown into our heads like Pooh Bear’s fluff — and, how to sort out impulses from actual value!
Now THAT sort of mental and moral competence (!) would be Freedom.
The best comment — based on REMEMBERED actual experience of being thirteen and adventurous — comes in Boing-Boing, at:
#83 posted by Secret_Life_of_Plants, August 25, 2009 3:54 PM
“As a girl I spent many (disobedient) years before the age of 13 riding my horse in the Arizona desert, away from any adult supervision, away from almost everyone (rarely seeing another human being or building). When I did see someone way out in the desert, it usually involved being shot at by teenage boys who were goofing around, being trampled by my spooked horse, being chased by guys on dirtbikes, tracked by packs of feral dogs, chased by drunk men in cars, etc. I already killed 2 rattlesnakes. I knew all the survival skills to get food and water in the desert if something happened. If something broke I knew how to set it. If I needed a tool I could figure out how to make it. Looking back, with 20/20 hindsight, I can honestly say that, had I known how to sail, I could have circumnavigated the globe.
“The average age of Napoleon’s “Savants” in Egypt was 17. That was the “average” age. They’d already lived through the French Revolution and graduated from French polytechnical institutes many of them went on to found or head the major scientific foundations of France.
“I just think that we really underestimate kids.”
This last submission echoes the reported experience of krakkisdottir, an often-commentor in Bodwyn Wook who at thirteen, or younger perhaps, got thrown Miles From Nowhere in the NoDak Badlands, busted an arm and was then rescued by (horrors!) some young Mexican men (who actually did NOT harm her!)
27 August 2009
Dr Davis most harshly goes after the Kennedies in these two pieces; most unfairly I say as, now, he IS getting a little close to home…I operated after all at about the same moral level of the postmodern American integrity, oh, for decades, except for NOT leaving any actual dead bodies behind after some episode of plebian fornication:
There is no doubt about it, Joe Kennedy was A Bad Man & A Piece Of Work:
As has been so often said before it just goes to show, Scratch A Public Liberal [that means G W Bush, too!] and you WILL uncover a dynasty…and, flyspecks on all the pessaries.
Saturday, 29 August 2009
Dr Davis, may Allah assain him, is on about whether The Kennedies properly are to be listed on the roster of The Evil:
My point remains the same, perhaps, as Hannah Arendt’s, namely that these legions of skunks everywhere are so commonplace as to be not so much ‘wicked’ as just, humanly speaking, normal:
Unlike Dr Davis, I find the Irish to be a Low People and am doubly embarrassed by mine own hibernian heritage especially whenever I see grimacing in my computer the leering filthy countenances of Those Two Frauds & Rather Obvious Paedos At The Head Of Sinn Fein, and whose names for a mercy escape me now…oh, shit (here it comes floating up) Jerry Adams & That Other One….
*****Actually, not so, my Irish grandmother Mary was wonderful, so there ARE two sides to the coin.*****
On the back of which, along with Those Two…Paedos & cet denominated supra ARE to be found lurking & skulking & winking in the actinic internet cockroach light — THE Kennedies.
Theirs is the dull old story in historical terms of all ethnic gangs; the Normans commenced something similar in 1066; and, the Saxons before them; and so, to-day, the Mexicans in the slums of LA are going at it hammer & tongs again: this time running out the black Americanos. All ganging flourishes, in other words, as an expression of markets, and these are only partly transactions in terror & violence (again, like all markets, NB):
Ganging prospers and, gradually, becomes Licit & An Establishment as the old constitutional arrangements fail to meet the felt needs of metamorphosing communities. These, then, the ‘gangstas’ proceed to serve, especially on the socialwork & Christmas-basket tweedian side of things. This is, precisely, the story of The Kennedies, who doubtlessly got their start lynching free blacks in the 1862 draught riots and graduated to ward-heeler machine politics, and, later, rum running. And none of it were even possible except for the fact that ‘governance’ all along the way was, in one way or the other, both alternately collusive & incompetent! In short, we should never have heard of these Kennedy Back Bay hog rinsers & potato mashers, except for the Progressive pieties & awful meddling uplifting impulses of old-time Norwegian-American & teetotaler Minnesota US Senator Volstead, and the 19th Amendment. Prohibition was the great cash cow for these formerly nondescript Hibernian porch-climbers, and forthwith Old Joe Kennedy proceeded to do just as The Bastardly William & The Normans before him in the British Isles, namely to erect on promiscuous & twitching penis-end a dynasty & an aristocracy.
Like the brainless fucking all along the way and the occasional drowned quondam lover to go with it, this vile taedium all of it is a miserable & and, above all, sublimely boring tale: of Average Men (and ‘their’ cow-like mooing females), getting all wrapped up over-and-over in some velvet…and turning it all, over again and over, into Shithouse Hall.
It is the old story of the World, and of all the new worlds thus far.
Sunday, 30 August 2009
‘The problem which libertarian politics shares with all politics is that it is a mode only convincingly congenial to some.’ [Bodwyn Wook]
At An Englishman’s Castle to-day the Englishman was ironic about the pitfalls of all the bad ‘tecahing’ going on…:
And not only in the U(har, har!)K, Bud!
Over Here twenty-three years ago (whilst Old Reagen was bombing Libya and I was quitting taking cocaine in order to Feel Republican & Obnoxious Like Everybody Else) some kid spray painted on the new-poured Mankato concrete bridge pier: Fcuk You! I saw it on my home afoot after a late AA meeting and I think I remember then that It Somehow Epitomised Our Whole Condition, or something….
Moving right along, Dr Davis asks poignantly enough, what can be done with all of the professionalised souls who absolutely are not fit to be free?
The problem which libertarian politics shares with all politics is that it is a mode only convincingly congenial to some.
Whereas the ALL of these contradictory behaviours IS rooted in our complex natures as creatures. It seems that we are so to speak obliged to rehearse all of the possible combinations of calamity at one another’s hands, until Hell is a cinder. And yet there is as well a sort of arrow in time. What Old Churchill called the ‘moral’ theme in History. So I perceive that (perhaps already) somewhere in a little room someone now opens tentatively the door past this molecular inefficient stage, of crass & grubby being.
Ferret’s Axiom (’Ferret’ Ball is a 2008 maths graduate of Augsburg College, and she is now doing graduate work in topology and ranching with her father and new husband in western NoDak) :
“When it finally becomes obvious you CAN’T do shit with ‘reality,’ — THAT’S a fucken cult! – that’s when you dive headlong into TOTAL fantasy. And then you can REALLY get to WORK!”
I think that Ferret’s point, always, is that there is more to it (sic) than meets the eye just as a matter of objective fact; and, I would just stick in, too, that ‘reality’ becomes cultic whenever we (or, still worse, ‘they’!) try to nail it into some (tick) box: there are, typically, coercive agendas undergirding most if not all of the fights over ‘definitions’.
In this case, whether I like it or not, in reality there are loads of folks for whom our conception is not congenial. Nor is this exclusively a fault of extraverted’conditioning’. The protagogues of the Nanny State of course should wish it were so, of course. However, conditioning also comes from within the autonomus human being and takes different manifestations. As far as reality goes, then, that fact is the thing we absolutely must take on board as we find it; and then, if need be, teach the conception that free people can voluntarily do all of the ’socialwork things they may choose.
In fact, going a step further, pray allow me to suggest that we Libertarians must for our own cause — an it be as we flatter & assure ourselves the ‘true’ one! — bring in what the Americans call “a whole shitarree” of these more syrupy and, as we deem them perhaps, less thoughtful types. Or else in very short our edenic pisshouse will no more than be open for business, and straightaway there will arise new yelps & phantasies of ‘ideal’ ‘benevolent’ ‘governance’.
In the end & inasmuch we are a social critter, a law of physics (as a student of sufism I am 100 % a materialist) is at work:
We positively must (!) give (!) some of the fruit of our individual labours to those in need when this comes up. And, woe betide us (and NuLabour resurgit!) if we do not. The sole distinction — it is the all-important one, however — is that we reserve to constitutional & statutory individuals the moral right to decide to whom.
Of course this means also that we must leave one another free not to give — and we will sure do that.
But be aware that if the number who do not exceeds a statistical threshold, then we will be fucked & far from home everytime, every time. Indeed, a quantum of energy in the very wealth itself will synergize with coercion, to leap again from out of our pockets at gun-point into the hands once more not of the poor, but of their would-be ‘guardians’. And to-morrow, and….
This in fact is what we are all up against, our common human nature lodged, alas, in these separate vile bodies, always fighting to the back of the line in the Warsaw 1943 Umschlagplatz.
An intervening commentor cautioned against undue fascination the the dark side:
‘…there is a danger one can become over preoccupied with it to the point of fascination and even being drawn into it.’
This is the absolute sine qua non of all actual transformative work in thought at least, and so indeed I am, certainly to the point of realising that sooner or later all lightbulbs must burn out.
To externalists — in which dimension we necessarily are confined as politicians — this side of things is no doubt dismaying. Naturally we prefer the Rommel idea, ‘no matter what, do SOMETHING!’ Rat-tat-tat, buddabuddabudda*…”fuck YOU!”** But all that taking the reality of the inside of things as it is means, really, is that the real moral work of evolving human being is necessarily also to be done in parallel, or else there can be absolutely none of the progress which indeed is our metaphor.
As to our common basis, all I am contending is that, beyond a certain amusing & self-consoling point of cheery & sarcastical satire, it is no good on Earth demonising everyone not with us as ‘part of the problem’. This is binarism, it is mentally lazy, it is not sufficient for fully human purposes therefore, and — all of of it amounts to handing over to the the Devil in Hell myriads of legionaries.
If we indeed are the tertium non datur we say we are, and not just to ourselves but at least /to/ the political affairs of North Atlantic men, then we must be so, and not just binary & exhausted-aristotelian re-hashers.
* — the rat-tats going are the WW I-style left-over Brit machineguns and the buddas are the Necessarily More Nazi & Rapid Fire Nasty-German ones.
** — this is an Australian-American contribution — ed
Ian B made two key points:
‘Firstly, our plan for moving from the current state to liberty will have had to have been achieved by popular consent – which means that each step on the way must be such that it gains more approval than disapproval from Teh Masses, and becomes an unstoppable snowball.’
It is in this basically feeling-toned work of persuasion that lies /our/ moral test & challenge as, perhaps, more thinking types. Not all coercion is physical, and therein lies the temptation to make other sorts of ‘distinctions’ also.
‘Winning will be extremely hard- let us have no illusions regarding that- but we only need to win once.’
There is concealed in this last the great question of the ‘right time’ and the ‘right people’.
Monday, 31 August 2009
An Englishman points out the statistical fact of the career politician:
I do think that professionalism in the many of its forms is indeed such a curse.
Mr George Will, over here a nominally conservative columnist, is scathing about “career politicians,” also. For what it is worth, at the time of the American Revolution, lots of those types had sate in their local legislatures, the House of Burgesses and so on. But, when we say that also they worked in the everyday world of farming and business, they indeed had done. Irrespective of class, from Washington, erstwhile Royal Navy cadet, surveyor and planter, to Revere, the silversmith, all were familiar with the cut and thrust of business.
Opposing them in the old land were a load of class-defined sub-Cantabrian & Old (!) Etonian, languid Tories and aetiolated, rheumy Whigs, professioanls all….
Alas, History, In short order the self-proclaimed new Americanos would re-create the party system, root & scabby barren branch; the combination of temptations, society, prestige and fulltime exemption from any sort of real work, all of it was just too much to withstand.
You tell me….
I see that Dr Davis has uncovered ANOTHER sub-professionalist scam Over Here, the so-called children’s guardian ad litem in complicated divorce & custody cases:
These guardian ad litems (sic) are a new wrinkle over the past twenty years here, a new professional, or rather a para-professional underclass. I watched some friends’ miserable encounter with one in 1992 ca — the woman was frankly & unreservedly A Hysteric & Ye Compleat Bitche! They are supposed to represent the interests of children in messy or conflicted divorce & custody situations. It is not a matter of mediating to the the so-called adults what the child perceives & desires. So, “the interests” of the child often are submitted (through the “for your own good” fantasy filter of the “guardian”!)to positively Orwellian agandas of social engineering, here in Minnesota also.
I swear to Christ there are simply too God-damned many people with no REAL work to do!
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[31 August 2009]