The tragic irony of humour being the only means remaining of tackling an issue that is not funny, not even a little.
To give a final tally of mass shootings in the US would be more my style. (Post-)humans looking back on the present at our (super)human tolerance for killing each other. Instead, here is the score from 2.10.2017: 1516 from 1735. Not a bad conversion rate.
I realise there’s a cultural war going on and you think your side must win at any cost. I understand your motivation though I strongly disagree with your conclusion. So tell me you are a selfish, racist, bigoted, willfully-misinformed asshole and I will concede that you simply have different moral priorities. But stop giving me these bullshit justifications and rationalisations for your views and actions.
 Surprisingly, I have heard not one person admit this.
“I think he wants to say it. I think he’s pissed off that he’s gotta hide from this. I think he wants to say that he made a command decision and that’s the end of it. He eats breakfast 300 yards away from 4000 Cubans that are trained to kill him. And nobody’s going to tell him how to run his unit least of all the Harvard mouth in his faggoty white uniform.”
-A Few Good Men
Let Trump testify.
When Arthur Dent landed on Hawalius, “the planet of oracles and seers and soothsayers” in Douglas Adams’ Mostly Harmless, he found an old fortune teller living in a smelly cave swatting giant flies from dead goat-creatures, who gave him a photocopy of the story of her life with all the major decisions she ever made underlined, and told him to do the exact opposite.
This is my feeling of what it’s like being an American today. We may not think that the way we live, the things we like, and the opinions we hold are bad, each thing taken by itself, from seemingly innocuous indulgences like celebrity YouTubers and pizza delivery to graver issues like education and foreign policy, you may even believe these things are pretty great, but the increasingly unavoidable fact is that everything we do, have done, and continue to do, has brought us to where we are today.
Who can say which thing or things are responsible for what went wrong? No amount of reflection will be able to unravel the tangle of causation. The only thing we can take from it all is that if we are unhappy with how things are, and if we are serious about wanting to change things, we may not need to change everything, but we have to at least be prepared to change everything.
And who can do that? Who can change how they are? Who even wants to? We have a fantasy that civilisations can turn themselves around when they are on the wrong path, when really they move in one direction, and crash, and begin again. People don’t change, they double down.
And so we remain the old lady in the smelly cave swatting giant flies from dead goat-creatures. Because in the end, even a fortune teller cannot prevent herself from becoming what she has become.
Devastating opinion piece. One to file away and return to in 100 years time. Show your grand children. Analyse in history class.
“Republicans, blinded by fear and rage, thirsty for power, desperate for a reclamation and reassertion of racial power, have cast their lot with the great deceiver and all their previous deal-breakers are now negotiable.”
Read the full article here.
Insights from over 50 years ago cut even deeper today for the fact that we have learnt absolutely nothing.
On anti-intellectualism and the myth of America:
[W]e [as Americans] have a very deep-seated distrust of real intellectual effort (probably because we suspect that it will destroy, as I hope it does, that myth of America to which we cling so desperately).
On racism and poverty:
Now I am perfectly aware that there are other slums in which white men are fighting for their lives, and mainly losing. I know that blood is also flowing through those streets and that the human damage there is incalculable. People are continually pointing out to me the wretchedness of white people in order to console me for the wretchedness of blacks. But an itemized account of the American failure does not console me and it should not console anyone else.
On the American dream:
The people, however, who believe that this democratic anguish has some consoling value are always pointing out that So-and-So, white, and So-and-So, black rose from the slums into the big time. The existence–the public existence–of, say, Frank Sinatra and Sammy Davis, Jr. proves to them that America is still the land of opportunity and that inequalities vanish before the determined will. It proves nothing of the sort … and the inequalities suffered by the many are in no way justified by the rise of a few. … Furthermore, the American equation of success with the big time reveals an awful disrespect for human life and human achievement. This equation has placed our cities among the most dangerous in the world and has placed our youth among the most empty and most bewildered. The situation of our youth is not mysterious. Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them. They must, they have no other models. That is exactly what our children are doing. They are imitating our immorality, our disrespect for the pain of others.
On justifying our crimes:
The world has never lacked for horrifying examples [even if Birmingham is worse, no doubt Johannesburg, South Africa, beats it by several miles, and Buchenwald was one of the worst things that ever happened in the entire history of the world]; but I do not believe that these examples are meant to be used as justification for our own crimes. This perpetual justification empties the heart of all human feeling. The emptier our hearts become, the greater will be our crimes.
More on the myth of America:
This illusion owes everything to the great American illusion that our state is a state to be envied by other people: we are powerful, and we are rich. But our power makes us uncomfortable and we handle it very ineptly. … If we ourselves were not so fond of this illusion, we might understand ourselves and other peoples better than we do, and be enabled to help them understand us. I am very often tempted to believe that this illusion is all that is left of the great dream that was to have become America; whether this is so or not, this illusion certainly prevents us from making America what we say we want it to be.
It is hard enough, God knows, under the best of circumstances, to get an education in this country. White children are graduated yearly who can neither read, write, nor think, and who are in a state of the most abysmal ignorance concerning the world around them. But at least they are white. They are under the illusion–which, since they are so badly educated, sometimes has a fatal tenacity–that they can do whatever they want to do. Perhaps that is exactly what they are doing, in which case we had best all go down in prayer.
On false nostalgia:
I am afraid that most of the white people I have ever known impressed me as being in the grip of a weird nostalgia, dreaming of a vanished state of security and order, against which dream, unfailingly and unconsciously, they tested and very often lost their lives.
Quotes from Nobody Knows My Name by James Baldwin, collected on irepeatinmysleep.wordpress.com.
Alabama Senate vote 24-4 allows Briarwood Presbyterian church to have own private police force ‘invested with all of the powers of law enforcement officers.’ Apparently some universities in the US already have their own police forces. Yet another moment when I realise how far America has gone off the rails. America is not the country I thought it was.
The greatest trick of the modern Republican Party is creating the broken America of the underprivileged and convincing those underprivileged that the Republican Party are the only ones who can fix it. It’s true; they can stop breaking it. It’s an old trick known (read: unknown) to most Republicans in another form. It’s no surprise that most Republicans are devout Christians because it’s just like with Christianity, where you are burdened with guilt that can only be overcome through the church, when the church was the one who created the guilt in the first place. Never realising this, working-class Republicans continue to praise and defend their party while suffering in the poverty, ignorance, fear and anger created by the policies they themselves vote for. Like a kicked dog returning to its master. Like a hostage falling in love with her kidnapper. Like a battered wife begging her husband for another chance.
When I first started making notes for this piece a month or so ago, it was to be called: Is this the dystopia you were waiting for? The future is here.
It went something like this:
The only thing separating the world today from a true dystopian nightmare is one catastrophe: one famine, one epidemic, one war. Admittedly we have been one war away from annihilation since the 1950s; from annihilation but not dystopia.
Technological advancements continue to outpace social justice, jolting the world ever closer to the cyberpunk vision. Access to firearms has weaponised social discontent. In response, law enforcement has been militarised. Security cameras, drones and satellites can track anyone, anywhere. State-sponsored mass surveillance has infiltrated our private lives: they can watch us, listen in on us, and record us through our own webcams and smartphones. The rest, we freely disseminate via social media.
The super-rich of today drive around in limousines as impenetrable as tanks, circle the world in aircrafts that never need to land, are protected by private armies of security personnel, and live in walled and gated fortresses with military-grade, automated and drone defences and fully-operational fallout shelters.
It’s almost as if those in power know something is coming, or at least fear it enough to have prepared for it: the final, ultimate depletion of fossil fuels, a massive climate catastrophe, the inexorable, irreversible slide into cataclysmic global (nuclear) military conflict, civil unrest leading to violent revolution. At the same time, they play down the dangers, playing for as much time as they can get away with.
All we need is a comic book villain.
That was a month ago. In view of recent events, I decided to revise the title. How quickly fears can crystallise.
Now we have a dangerous cabal of billionaires running the most powerful country on this planet. We have our comic book villains. We’re dealing with Class A psychopaths here, and this is their game plan: The Guardian: First on the White House Agenda – the collapse of the global order. Next, war? This may be the most important article you’ll read this year.
This is a man willing to destroy the world in order to be the king of the radioactive slag heap that is left afterwards. In an interview 12 months ago, he said that there is ‘no doubt’ that America is ‘going to war in the South China Sea in five to 10 years’; now he is in a position to make that happen.(1) A month ago, I wrote that it was like those in power had realised that the world was ending. I just didn’t realise that they would actually be the ones who orchestrated the end.
(1) As well as having the president’s ‘ear’, Bannon has a prominent and powerful seat in the NSC, the body that advises the president on, among other things, matters of war.