While pacing an empty classroom after hours, door shut and blinds drawn, dictating a clumsy outline for why the movie “Overboard” (1987)- yes, “Overboard”- provides sufficient evidence for the success of a Trump/Sanders dream ticket, I can’t help but feel like I’m sneaking pop-rocks after brushing my teeth. I’m in too deep and I’m clapping wildly at show ponies. Dogs jumping through flaming hoops. Hot dogs and Easter candy. Junk food. Bullshit.
None of this means anything, but I can’t quit Donald Trump.
I’ve become a political junkie cheering for a puppet show. I want to see Ravishing Rick Rude with the WWF gold- taunting the fat, out of shape, low-T, liberal sweat hogs. I want the mere words “President Trump” to be a passive aggressive trigger striking rotten disdain into the hearts of all who oppose.
It was really just a joke, I swear. I think of something that makes me laugh, and I want to share. Mrs. Larcey was right all along, standing in our empty Bio lab deep in 1994, it’s true- I do think I’m funny. But this was meant to be harmless! My god! Just a little bit of joking around after having my car broken into.
First time in my life too. I got in my car Sunday morning, ready to go to the gym, thinking “gee, I don’t remember throwing all my stuff around like a crazy person,” before it hit me:
Abortion is a non-issue in pre-collapse America. While it’s certainly a practice which renders the woman a victim- of her own short sighted naivete- it isn’t a conversation that needs to be had in our current state of decline.
This is what separates the naive cuckservative from the savvy reactionary: Alternative 1985 America cannot be saved, and the warm fuzzy 1955, the one with the Enchantment Under the Sea dance, has been erased- the only path available is a complete reset.
As a politician, Donald Trump can’t outright say that America must be destroyed so he’s instead reframed the dark message of reboot into a glossier, big budget, Hollywood-style blockbuster: Make America Great Again. But it then becomes important to examine what was lost in translation.
The dynamic between Black Lives Matter and the police mimic Batman and the Joker in “The Dark Knight” (2008). By their own premise, Black Lives Matter purports that poor black people are perpetually naughty children who inevitably deal with the police. These naughty children have no standard of behavior to meet nor rules to abide by- they are inherently naughty. The police, who make their careers handling violence, have rules and standards to meet, and even when the situation is crazier than usual, if those rules are broken it’s cause for outrage and demands.
One side of the equation is given a ready-made excuse for lacking accountability, the other side is burdened with limitless accountability. One side is expected to be unpredictable while the other is held to the expectation of perfection.
Darth Vader is a big black dick raping the galaxy. The hard plastic shell of his costume mimics an erection, and Vader carries a large and imposing physical stature. Don’t believe me? His dickhead helmet is a dead giveaway. Vader represents the kind of toxic masculinity that’s become a popular point of critique after the jump to Progressive light-speed post-1960.
While Vader eventually meets his emasculation when the mask comes off and he’s revealed to be a fat white doofus, Lucas permits Vader to carry the credibility of power and dread for two-and-a-half movies, perhaps mimicking the white man’s “reign of terror” until a kind of genocidal emasculation was put into motion, in media and academia, by second-wave feminism and the sexual revolution.
“A Nightmare on Elm Street” (1984) is about suburban invasion, and Freddy Kruger is a rapist. Suburban horror was a response to the 1950s idealism of “darn good people living in darn good neighborhoods.” While normally this type of cultural critique would annoy me, Progressives attempting to deconstruct a system that works for the majority, the foundation of horror is about the inescapable.
The suburbs, on their own, will not solve the problems of a damaged culture nor will they filter out the dangers inherent in reality; the suburbs are not walled, nor are they caged. Danger can find its way, and most particularly when the foundation of the family has been turned toxic.
Freddy Kruger is the Progressive response to Dracula. While Dracula played on the beta’s anxiety of being usurped sexually by the handsome and powerful Alpha, after the Sexual Revolution this anxiety was pushed below the surface (yet is still very real). If a woman has no restrictions on her sexuality, and realizing that sexuality in terms of selective promiscuity has become what defines the fully realized woman, fearing the powerful Alpha seducing women away from the pandering beta, and in-turn, ruining these women as prospective wives and mothers, must be redefined as the vile beta rapist.
The game plan is always the same. It goes exactly like this: the Progressive will cite hypocrisy as the greatest possible sin; in particular, hypocrisy in the face of lofty moral ambition (Progressive mortal sin). They then hijack and redefine an opposing group’s beliefs under the guise of faux-concern. When genuine members of that group don’t live up to this new redefinition of their mission and intentions, the Progressive shames members of the group with accusations of hypocrisy.
This is the Progressive go-to. It doesn’t change because it doesn’t need to change; it almost always seems to work.
So the faux-concerned, intellectually superior Progressive will explain to the Christian that Christianity is defined as limitless charity and altruism (specifically altruism to those not part of your own community/tribe/nationality), and when the Christian fails to live up to this impossible standard, the Progressive will claim that “Christianity is about hypocrisy,” and then pats herself on the back as a job well-done.
The United States is founded on the idea that there is an inherent justice in rebelling against a seemingly unjust system. If Public Education is primarily teaching ideology, the most important initial lesson taught is The Revolutionary War. The rebellious colonies were inherently justified in their rebellion. Their assessment of Great Britain as greatly unjust must always be taken at face-value; the American colonies were victims and victims never lie.
There is a eerily lyrical quality to the two planets destroyed in George Lucas’s “Star Wars” (1977). The first was used as the only piece of evidence to justify the Empire’s malicious reputation; the fact that Alderaan was a peaceful planet mattered not to General Tarkin- the destruction of Alderaan was considered necessary for the greater good, the restoration of order, for the larger galaxy. The only morality, for General Tarkin, was civilization. It should go without saying that the decision to destroy Alderaan must have been a difficult one, but the true essence of leadership lies in the difficult and unpopular decisions the role necessitates. It seems childish to think the Empire enjoyed destruction as an end in itself- they weren’t a maniacal serial killer, they were a fascist dictatorship. There is a chaos to genocide, they desired predictability.
There is something beautifully Fascist about the White House soaked in the gay rainbow. As a fan of Fascist imagery, and Fascism in general, I
can’t help but admire this.
Fascism is about strength and congruence; uncompromising and unapologetic. Fascism is not about voice, Fascism is about hierarchy and dominance. A dominant leader should lead to feelings of comfort and safety in those led; a well-kept pet will respect the dominance of their master, a good wife will find comfort in the leadership of her husband.
However, a productive Fascist state needs a benevolent Fascist leader. Historically this has been a real bitch to hammer down. So while I admire President Obama’s force and congruence here, I question his intent and the long-term results of such intent.
I graduated college with a Bachelors degree having concentrated my area of study in both English Literature and Philosophy, dealt in equal parts. Only now, as an adult looking back, can I understand the depth at which these areas are diametrically opposed.
At its best, an authentic study in Philosophy is the quest for Truth- deep Truth, big picture Truth, real talk Truth; sadly the modern education system makes this pursuit increasingly difficult, but the beauty of Philosophy is that it’s teaching the student how to think, not exactly what to think. The student can then use these tools for whatever Truth they wish to seek.