The past several weeks have seen harsh debate and a sharp divide among our inner circle. The issue? Secession. In particular, whether or not the United States as a nation is something worth maintaining. This may come as a surprise to some: the blog’s generally positive attitude regarding the United States is a minority view in our circle.
Dissent with the current trajectory has been bubbling for months: neologisms like “larping” and “Skyrimist” have not helped matters. Podcast 2 finally led to emotions boiling over. The result hasn’t been pretty.
Discussions very quickly degenerated, criticisms became personal in nature. A lot of harsh words were said; I certainly spoke my fair share. Several long time members (including the fellow who personally brought me into TRS) have gone so far as to actually sever ties. I expect things to remain tense for a while.
I don’t expect a blog post to magically mend fences. That said, I do feel this topic deserves a more even-keeled appraisal than what has been offered on the blog so far. So in contrast I will begin by presenting four allowances on the issue. The Secession Concessions, so to speak.
TL; DR: Lovably insane robo-dyke Rachel Haywire makes a big to-do about leaving the “far right intelligentsia.” She abuses the pronoun “I,” projects a horrible sense of personal identity, and makes a mountain out of a molehill.
Today we read that Michael Brown may have been involved in a strongarm robbery prior to his fatal shooting. Officer Darren Wilson was taken to a hospital for injuries sustained during the altercation, suggesting this wasn’t an act of racist, vigilante execution.
However, it seems the initial violence has already burned out, despite new information and a new black sheriff in town (lol Blazing Saddles). Looting and violence is now being reported as protests and twitter posts. This behavior is better for the narrative, it speaks to our more enlightened SWPL sensibilities.
Recently ValleyWag exposed a pair of dastardly white racists who invented a GPS based application designed to highlight and cross compare local stores supplying matches, gasoline, 2x4s, and sturdy rope while simultaneously plotting efficient routes to the closest black churches in the area. Also included is free uploading to Stormfront.org of any successful lynching or boot-party, along with the option to tag all of your Klan buddies anonymously. Just kidding, what is actually being attempted here is far, far worse.
I have never been one to shy from moralistic posturing, because I have never been one for lying.
I feel that what I am ultimately seeking is the ideal of good. I feel this is what every driven mind and hungry heart in this world seeks, though precious few care to admit it. I feel that a large number of people are either indifferent or pursuing good in a lackadaisical, half-hearted and easily-consumed manner. More and more, I believe this has always been the state of the human race. Not quite bound to sin and total depravity, more inclined to the vulgar and venial. Wickedness is not mundane.
I no longer believe that the personally harmful and socially damaging things in our world today were primarily the creation of purposeful human design. I believe that few people truly desire to be bad. To be bad is as much of a sacrifice as it is to be good. I nowadays feel that the answer we seek isn’t a matter of less bad, but more good. There is a distinct shortage in the world of both bad and good.
We are pretentious. We are overwrought. We will project our failures on everything and everyone else to preserve our stunted, fragile egos. It does not have to be this way. You don’t have to be like Esquire Magazine’s Charles P. Pierce.
I’m here to help.
So yesterday a friend and cohort brought this wonderfully vapid work of alarmism to my attention. In it, Esquire Magazine’s Charlie Pierce wants his readers to believe America has entered a new Dark Age of cruelty and barbarism. Oh boy.
On October 17th, director Justin Simien is going to challenge moviegoers on the issue of race relations. Thank God, I say. Finally, here is a movie that will move Americans to openly and honestly discuss race and their society in a fair and honest manner.
No matter what, one thing you can say about Lenin and the Old Bolsheviks is that they passionately believed in their cause. Of course, Lenin and the others were mass-murdering maniacs, and their utopian delusions were completely contrary to reality, but a distinguishing factor of, say, Leon Trotsky’s work is that what he wrote was what he believed, and what he did–including his murders–reflected that.
By the time Leonid Brezhnev became Premier, the USSR was little more than a rotting husk of an empire mouldering upon a core of lies. It is hard to say whether anyone much believed in Communism, the USSR, the World Proletariat, or any of that by 1977. What the average apparatchik did believe was that lying was the best way to get by. So everyone just lied. The men at the top lied to keep their jobs. The military commanders lied about their armaments to keep Americans fearing Soviet strength. The common man lied about his happiness to keep his family safe. The apparatchiks lied to keep the people subservient. The industrial planners lied about production numbers to stay out of Siberia. You lied, lied, and lied some more, hoping that it would get better, or that at least you’d be able to lie your way to a comfortable retirement, perhaps near the Black Sea.
Once upon a time, I too was once Libertarian. It all started around 2008, back when my political senses and knowledge hardly stepped beyond the boundaries of feel-good territory. When “ending violence” was my top priority. When world peace was a simple Ron Paul away. Those were the days, huh? Back when we all the problems of the world rested on the shoulders of this old republican Texan.
By solving problems, I mostly mean the legalization of marijuana.