To make the individual uncomfortable, that is my task.~ Frederick Nietzsche
Someone posted my recent blog post, The Feminization of Everything, on Reddit yesterday, and some other people posted a link to my article on other blogs, resulting in the single biggest day of blog traffic I’ve had on any blog I’ve hosted.
I’m not sure if it was done as a joke, as a prod, or as a genuine contribution to a string, but the person posted my article under the “feminism” subreddit. Of course, this subreddit is largely populated by feminists and my article is receiving some interesting comments. Actually, it hasn’t received one positive comment, though some frightened individuals appreciate my article, as it’s received twice as many “like’ votes as dislikes. It is #3 in the “hot” tab under feminism, and #1 under the “controversial” tab.
I have never posted to Reddit, never used it to increase blog traffic. When I post links to my articles, it is usually because I want honest input from people I trust or know; I’m willing to see others’ views, and I want to know the weaknesses of my own arguments. Many times, blogging is a very inferior way of expressing one’s views on issues, as they tend to be written spur-of-the-moment. A book would be better. I don’t handle my blog in a professional manner, though perhaps I should.
One comment on Reddit stated that my article seemed fascist. Another called it a “tantrum” and “junk”. One more implored others not to read the article at all, apparently afraid some may find some good in it. I’m not sure if I should be honored or dismayed by this person’s opinion. I lean towards being honored. The last 5 years of my life have provided ample opportunity for self-examination, a crucible of honesty with myself. I realize my weaknesses, my strengths. I have something to say, I see problems in the world, and every so often a person comes along who can’t help but obsess about the tragedy of it all. Such is my melancholic personality.
Are my views fascist? I’ve asked the same question myself. And I’m willing to concede they are at some level. But it’s almost meaningless to me. The only reason it’s not completely meaningless is because I know I’ve made the right people uncomfortable. Change for the better rarely occurs without pain and discomfort. The term fascism is as meaningless to me as the word “drug”. What kind of drug, aspirin or Methamphetamine? A single word cannot probe the intricacies of reality.
I regard the modern world as incredibly unauthentic, a poseur propped us by the rich daddies of yesteryear who did most of the work. Acting as children, we play make believe in the mansion built by our forefathers. The mansion is crumbling for lack of maintenance.
I won’t spend time writing about the misuse and overuse of the term, “fascist.” The criticisms of the lazy usage of the word have become as cliche’ as the word itself. I will say however, that if someone wishes to insult me with a commonly misused and misunderstood word, “reactionary” would be more appropriate. I would not deny the label.
Surprisingly, I found the definition that best suited me, not in Websters, but in the online Urban Dictionary:
One who supports Reaction in opposition to the general progressive Western zeitgeist, often accompanied by a sense that the expansion of democratic politcs has made life in general much worse either in absolute terms, or measured by what should have been achievable with modern science, reason, and technology; usually believes race is a real genetic construct and therefore not surprised at disparate average outcomes across large population groups; often believes human evolution has in part or in toto shaped human nature, which therefore cannot easily, or at all, be changed very much by social engineering and/or conditioning; usually believes heirarchy is imprinted upon mankind by nature and/or God, and that heirarchy is not only not necessarily evil, but desirable and even inevitable and ought not be torn down for any but the most grave reasons; tends to support tradition either as revealed by his religion and/or as successful adaptive memetic developments which usually solve deep and complex problems in human societies; anti-revolutionary; anti-socialist; anti-communist; anti-whig; anti-democratic; anti-globalist; skeptical; (once a term of derision, most reactionaries of late do happily so self-identify)Tom suddenly realized he couldn’t find a single Republican at the convention who didn’t hail FDR anything less than a great hero. He remembered knowing conservatives in his youth who opposed both FDR and WWII. But where were they now? They had disappeared, but their thoughts and words had not. Tom hadn’t changed his mind about much in the past 25 years, but he suddenly realized he was a Reactionary.
Every good citizen makes his country’s honor his own, and cherishes it not only as precious but as sacred. He is willing to risk his life in its defense and its conscious that he gains protection while he gives it. But you must remember, my fellow-citizens, that eternal vigilance by the people is the price of liberty, and that you must pay the price if you wish to secure the blessing.
This speech by The Great Communicator sent chills up my spine. You can feel the audience is enthralled by words they’re never heard before.
For some reason, I’m fascinated with the ideas of pessimism and positivism. But I believe, after deliberation, that I’ve misapplied the terms. I used to think liberals were the pessimists and conservatives, such as myself, were optimists. Liberals sat around whining and running away in war. They encouraged children to dress Emo. They believe that industry was out to pollute our precious Earth and keep the poor in the ghettos. And that all races are exactly the same, sans a few differences in skin shade. That women and men, too, are identical in their thinking and capabilities. There is no God because there is pain. Yada, yada, yada.
Then I thought a little more.
Why do liberals believe such things? It’s because they are the optimists. They believe that all races are the same because it is Right and it is Good that it should be so. And though they’re willing to see injustice when it proves to them that God doesn’t exist, they aren’t willing to concede when an unjust, cold and chaotic universe may have assigned the two sexes very different ways of doing business. And don’t even talk about racial or gender superiority. That wouldn’t be very optimistic. Because equality is Good and it’s the way things should be.
Terrorists, you ask? To a liberal, the jihadist who’s strapped some bombs to his rib cage and walks to the street corner where a dozen children are playing, just needs a good talking to. He needs to go to college or something. Needs some clean clothes and a shower.
Oh, don’t forget about liberal vegetarians. Optimists to the core. How happy a universe it would be if humans were never intended to eat meat! Because the idea of the blood-soaked slaughterhouse is a terrible scene. So it is Good and it is Right that humans who eat meat are Bad.
Nay, it is the conservative–a true conservative–who is the pessimist. But paradoxically–he’s happier than the lib. Study after study proves it. See, I was getting happiness mixed up with optimism, depression confused with pessimism. A true conservative says: “The world sucks, people are gonna betray me, and kittens die every day.” But he’s happy about it. He likes a challenge. Liberals such as Sean Penn say: “Give peace a chance” and then punch out a camera man or shake hands with Hugo Chavez. In an optimist’s world, bad people like Chavez are really good, if you really get to know them.
The paradox is easily answered thus: Conservatives are forearmed. Liberals live with disappointment, which, as any psychologist will tell you, is the root cause of despair. And religious conservatives donate far more money to charities than liberals. Unlike liberals, we accept that money makes the world go around. Libs know it is Right and Good that money should have no power. Alas!
The perfect image of the happy pessimist could be the pilot of the plane about to drop nukes on Russia in: Dr. Strangelove, who merrily rides the bomb to ground-zero.
As he says in the movie, when his crew gets the order to attack:
“Well, boys, I reckon this is it – nuclear combat toe to toe with the Roosskies… I reckon you wouldn’t even be human being if you didn’t have some pretty strong personal feelings about nuclear combat.”
So yea. I’m a pessimist. And I’m happy about it. I know it’s going to rain today. And tomorrow. I’ll just wear a raincoat and stay dry. The libs can go out in tank-tops, meditate to make it stop raining, then fill their prescription for Prozac when their world doesn’t play nice.