Saturday, 29 December 2012

Someone thought it

Many moons ago as a college student, I was at a college party and to be fair was a little worse for wear.  For some reason I needed to cross the dance floor.  Just before I did so, the dry ice machine went into overdrive and we ended up with floor to ceiling fog. To make matters worse the strobe lighting also went into overdrive.

As I journeyed across the dance floor the combination of alcohol, fog and strobe lighting was really quite disorientating and nauseating.  I had no sense of where I was or direction of travel.  The sensory overload was coming from every imaginable direction.  It was very surreal and very uncomfortable and it felt inescapable

Unfortunately there was more to come.  The DJ was playing New Model Army's 51st State of America and this had prompted everyone who who was up for a bit of "slam dancing" to take to the floor.  Slam dancing was in effect, moving around the whole dance floor with your fists flailing around in all directions.  I was desperate to get off the floor and as I made for safety, out of the fog, came a dance floor assassin enjoying the madness with one of his flailing fists catching me smack in the face before disappearing into the fog again.

Why do I tell this strange tale of my student days on this blog/  I tell it because it sits for me as a perfect analogy of the seemingly inescapable madness that goes on all around us.  It reminds me of the total inversion of common sense and of honesty that grips much of the western world.  This inversion sees failure and mediocrity lauded over genuine achievement.  It sees tyranny masquerading as open society.  It sees obvious lies treated as the truth.  It sees thieves as victims and let off and it sees genuine victims treated as corrupt or hung out to dry. There's much much more to this.  It's everywhere and its endless.  To witness it is to feel like I did all those years ago, drunk and surrounded by fog, disorientating strobe lights and the occasional punch in the face where you come right up against it before it runs off again leaving you reeling.  The whole thing is a disorientating nauseating experience from which there seems no escape.

It's biggest manifestation comes in what we often call political correctness.  When many of us see the stories on the madness, we often see accompanying comments to it in which the average man and woman in the street say

"This is political correctness gone mad" or something similar.

My first memory of this craziness came in the mid to late 80's when the stories started coming through into the mainstream press.  There were stories in which we first got a taste of the madness.  It seemed surreal in which everything we had thought nothing odd about was suddenly considered sexist, racist and every other "ist" you could think off.  These stories started being discussed by a bewildered population outside of the press typically calling them "crazy". Those conversations started to include things like stories about British nursery rhymes such as bah bah black sheep being banned in parts of the country because of these "ists" amongst other things.  Whether the nursery rhyme was actually a true example of something being banned I can't say but the awareness of this madness was very real.

The common comment was that it was madness but we thought it would die down.  To a degree it seemed to but what happened in reality was that it diverted into other areas and it is still with us today and is probably even more pervasive than it was back then.  We still regard it as madness as we did then. That however is not the really scary bit.

The scary bit is the understanding that is held by the public.  The understanding most people have as we did back then is that this political correctness is some kind of mad aberration of thought held by a small lunatic fringe.  The common perception it's just some people who've gone off the rails and have become detached from reality with some odd notion and that some other idiots have just fallen for it.  The view held by most people is that they are what some of my late relatives would have called "crackpots".

The inference in that thinking is that it's a benign madness that has either taken a temporary hold and has happened by some kind of accident.  Right there in that thinking is the danger. Such a perception creates a shrugging of the shoulders in most people who then try to get back on with their daily lives presuming some how of course this "madness" will leave them alone.

Unfortunately that is far from the truth. The real truth is that far from being a bit of aberrant nonsense that bewilders us, it is, in fact, the manifestation of a very deliberate thought process.  Some very bright yet malign minds sowed the seeds for this many decades ago, to bring about something very destructive to the way we live our lives. It's aim is not to leave us alone.  Its aim is to entwine itself in as many aspects as possible of our daily lives.  Shrugging our shoulders is not an option.

Serendipity struck today because as I was writing this post, James Higham over at Nourishing Obscurity also brought the subject up.

Political Correctness is one item in the toolbox of a group of Marxist academics who wanted to bring about a Marxist utopia.  Political correctness was not a spontaneous creation running from the 1980's to today. It has been slowly gaining ground inch by inch for decades now.  It's original proponents thought endlessly about it.  Why?  Because it was a means to an end.

James has a nice little 13 minute video within his post that gives a summary of it.  Also below is a somewhat dated video that gives a bit more background to it.  If you can get past the dated aspect and hear the words it lays out in 20 minutes more background of this seemingly spontaneous madness.

The reason I've posted this is because although it's probably known to most bloggers it's something that passes by most of the non blogging population and I hope that one day they will come upon this post and understand what is really happening around them.  I'm struggling to articulate just how dangerous it is that this is a deliberate philosophy as opposed to a spontaneous buffoonery by imbeciles that it is widely regarded as.  If people knew the difference, I'm certain they would not be so passive about it's existence.

It was Marcus Tullius Cicero who wrote:

"A nation can survive its fools and even the ambitious.  But it cannot survive treason from within.  An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly.  But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself.  For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. The traitor is the plague.”

That was their plan.  To get inside and collapse it.  It was people like communist revolutionary, Willi Munzenberg who described the strategy of the Frankfurt Institute as thus:

"We will make the west so corrupt that it stinks"

 I'm going to end the post here.  It's not the end of a direction I'm taking, but, for now, I need you to understand that you're looking at a deliberate philosophy.  The madness you see is not an accident.  Someone (in fact several someones) thought it up.  That should scare us all.


1 comment:

  1. I tell it because it sits for me as a perfect analogy of the seemingly inescapable madness that goes on all around us. It reminds me of the total inversion of common sense and of honesty that grips much of the western world.

    Sign of age or real changes for the worse, Andrew? Perhaps the latter.