As of late I, like many, have become entranced by the renewed notion of unabashed didactic in a public forum as demonstratively practiced by one Jordan Peterson. In my own case, sitting through many late nights of middle age based sleeplessness watching the lectures on topics of classic philosophy, interpretation of the mythic resonance of Pentateuch based parables, and determined criticism of what I personally cannot help but considering as a totalitarian Marxist outlook that in my opinion has Western civilization by the throat. Given the fact of his unexpected manifestation in dreams as an iconic figure of authority on these topics. Perhaps a sign of an obsessive identification on my part by mentally aligning with him by playing the part of an inadvertent self-sacrificing and all too vulnerable messiah. Or perhaps just as equally a morally unbending Socrates too well of the pitfalls of his inevitable fate for speaking his truth too loudly in the rapidly disappearing notion of a public forum.
The notion of the solitary individual being a superior definition of mankind as opposed to that currently embodied addictive affinity for group identity being something that I have seen in my own personal struggle to survive both in body and spirit. Now at our failing moment of a post-Colonial, “Gotterdamurung – Twilight of the Gods“, Mr. Peterson, in the guise of Siegfried, takes on the burgeoning dragon of ideological sociologically destructive chaos. But like so many heroes of old becomes patently ever more vulnerable by the fact of his very vocal challenge. The rest of us mere mortals long-habituated to the notion of having to prepare ourselves for that point in the near future when he, as our savant, will be defeated. And then be satisfied with that transferred wisdom for it’s own sake, even from the perspective of constant defeat as being the only sure path for hope and continued survival. This IS definitely the essence of a struggle of good and evil within the perpetually eternal flux of our inexplicable Yin to Yang.
The study of mankind’s persistent tribal proclivity to genocide always expressing itself through history in the form of a technological edge ruthlessly employed against one’s rivals is something that has been a central obsession. The ongoing institutional codification of the human species as just another mechanism easily reproducible and programmable in the industrial sense of the same being the current enemy lurking within. The central works of a Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn or Dostoevsky providing illumination to this seemingly inevitable phenomena as revived by this new Moses who with his words strikes upon dry ground long-desiccated by extremist Socialist dogmas. And yet seems to hit a fountain of the fresh flow of logos that strives to encourage well-considered thought. Something opposed to lock step animal emotion every time. The public example that he sets in doing so being his major gift to others. Not that everything that he suggests provides incontrovertible answers but that does delineate reasonable boundaries. Who in their right mind after all would be so foolishly insane to appear repeatedly before such carnivorous ideologically driven lions? And yet, like a Daniel of the Christian Bible, still somehow magically is able to take them on so successfully point for point and have their ideas prevail?
Is the fact of the efforts of Mr. Peterson, as well as those similar ministrations of others, simply the material manifestation of happenstance in terms of Phenomenology? Or is this some sign from above of an incalculable metaphysical Logos that provides a chance for achieving a constructive balance? If like I have mentioned that I have been very recently affected by this ‘bug’ of having his doppelganger play a crucial role in that unsure stage of dreams I would like anyone handed a mic feel the need to explain the subtleties of my own particular existence. If for no other reason that to politely suggest my own right to speak. This simple exercise of picking a notable iconic figure and being tasked to provide a very brief background in not more than a sentence or two a very self-focusing exercise. I might for myself respond as follows:
“Having endured a very uncertain childhood continually fraught with incessant peer based rejections I face my personal legacy via a persistent continual obsession within the context of hierarchy in all its many Promethium dimensions.” “The analogy of taking on the persona of that too often well-whipped dog unable to trust in same along with all that other equally contentious generation that is also a self-evident remainder of the litter.”
Any internal discussion of my own personal fate or destiny has now for a very long time been increasingly couched within Old Testament parables appreciated in a former era that was influential to my own childhood. Something not so much in a religious sense of rapture as a latent wisdom. It conjured in persistent perfectly viable enigmas as voiced by anonymous speakers from the distant ancient past. As guidance in ideals that, while judgmental, is also illustrative of a path for survival of one’s own soul’s desire to rediscover its eternal essence. The impediment of a lack of regard on my part in persistently challenging the social conventions of the day by speaking out loudly against them or at least displaying an unconscious willful form of solipsistic ignorance. The latter being so significantly prevalent in our time! There being so many other equally unacknowledged ‘others’ in a society where they also find themselves on the edge of a moral precipice. The horizon ahead quickly filling up with ‘smart phone powered’ zombies. Take a look at theoretically unsullied childhood infancy and then let’s see how we as a complicit part of this society can use our own uncritical habitually held doctrines of that which is currently considered as normal fuck that up!
Consider the herd and the guiding significance of the trend of what is acknowledged as hip from a tribal perspective that automatically appeals to each formative generation. The purposeful distortion of a phrase to infer opposite or emblematic meanings that are exclusive to a fractious sense of group identity. The need to stay factitiously ‘with it’ in terms of observing the shift of terminology in common use within that ever-reigning instant of the present. Is this not a “free prize inside” based form of keeping all consumers firmly connected to the corporation in terms of observing commercial brand consciousness? The payoff of that latest version of a proverbial decoder ring type plugin app being the possession of a piece of shiny unsullied brass nothing signifying our currently being ‘with it‘! The ‘New Speak’ ideology permanently inseminated into slave-based minority victim cults in their promiscuously deconstructing all speech to free it from all but the most basic present tense verbs with no nagging articles or prepositions. Their penchant for tagging together re-manufactured terms that have a reverse or wholly ‘ghetto-centric‘ definition making them theoretically immune from external tribal group comprehension. This version of the Spartan ‘hot gates‘ initiated to stop all foreign penetration of their ideologically implanted mythic boogie man also known as ‘Whitey‘. This larger overlapping structurally similar process similar to the one implemented by the larger society in commercially invoking customers to a specific product or service designed only for them by associating it’s market-based Mythos in generally monosyllabic voicing’s that also act a directly spoken yet unconscious command. An overall corporate stratagem in re-configuring society in a totally plastic sociologically sense of ‘uber-consumerism‘ as being the prime ideology that suits the reigning hegemony’s agenda of eventual universal global assimilation.
The only warning I can offer to these well-concealed elitist world architects of our ongoing ideological nightmare that is busily attempting to simultaneously overcome human nature and biology in one stroke is that, “One day ALL chocolate covered donuts will taste good to every palate!” Despite the best efforts of all the totalitarian doctrine ridden single head of the household (Global) Socialist enfranchised Mommy’s, their offspring will eventually betray them through indulging in that lurking poison of gluten rich hydrogenated fat based junk diets. The sum total of daily forced ignorance expended by casting resentful spiteful glares and glances at the patriarch becoming an impotent gesture. “You can’t always look away from the world as it really is!” You will look back over your shoulder over to what you have refused to acknowledge for so long as to its relevance in being there waiting to get to you! Peterson’s much voiced conundrum of biologically inspired human drives in opposition to the rigorous doctrine of ideological social conditioning eventually leading to a train wreck. The only lasting option to these ideologues amenable to prolonging their own pain being in enacting universal genocide through the fantasy of a functionally neutral A.I. managed universe. This mindset conceived in a ‘dime store’ form of stilted anthropology as the basis for their foresight in implementing their vision of a plausible Utopia. The reactionary response of that other cadre in opposition to these shifts being equally disconcerting by a perverted sense of sick pleasure in contemplation a Dystopian future where all ideologically damaged offspring affected by these misguided believers will suffer no viable possibility of future survival a result of past golden promises of the blind worship of this current ‘calf‘. This prognosticated chaos of megalomania and madness of a type so often visually predicted in early Expressionist silent cinema.
One only has to experience electricity in terms of animal awareness that comes from the immediate presence of potential rivals outside of their own ‘safe space‘ of self-enforced ignorance in holding a gaze directly into that ‘others’ hostile eyes. An implicit hierarchy of lobster-based ‘Mano a Mano’ served up a quick explanation! The glorious strut of the so many new ‘gender variant‘ Promethean’s and their intersectional ‘Achtung!’ mommy’s possessing no antidote to these destabilizing cisgender Patriarchy-based individuals quietly waiting outside the borders of Zardoz-ville. A crystalline view of the world framed as being in permanent possession of an unvarying and very controllable vortex being a terminally fragile myth resting like a plum to be picked from the universe outside by very impatiently waiting barbarian ‘brutal’s’. How much courage is there to heed that famous invocation by Solzhenitsyn to regardless of outcome bravely take on the State Security ruffians at the entrance to your abode collectively instead of shivering beneath bed covers in mortal fear as they break down your door alone? Perhaps Mr. Peterson’s greatest gift to his followers is that example of his willingness to expose himself and his ideas totally vulnerable and dreadfully honest and vociferously defend what he sees as truth? How brave it is to walk the same path of the protagonist from Frank Capra’s “Meet John Doe?” An ‘every man’ as inadvertent messiah being increasingly plagued by a slow realization of the inherent folly of being carried along by the best of intentions towards an exponentially growing threat against one’s future! And then press on despite! That is courage to be admired and emulated. But also to seriously consider consequences in the ramifications and one’s own actual motives. No one in their right mind wanting to face an analogous death or transfiguration.
There exists today an insipid ‘orderliness‘currently exhibited by the young. Perhaps one that infers the unseen presence of a non-directional phantom hierarchy guiding them from behind a theatrically ‘Red’ velvet curtain? As the German’s traditionally ex[ress their culture as “Ordung Muss Sein!” A ‘cradle to grave‘ unconscious worship of Totalitarian based machine-like competence come of the universal media trumpeted enfranchisement of a “Woman’s Right To Choose!” The primary rational guiding force of every modern civil society! Mothering and the raising offspring as the main priority permanently waylaid off on a siding in favor of the fast track express of “Having it all!” in career and lifestyle fulfillment. That hunkering Golem of Feminism long ago let loose by dogmatic the Marxist elite to disenfranchise all potential rivals by attacking the vulnerable underbelly of inherent well-meaning emotions of the female. A time bomb empowering the notion of false martyrdom through a misguided sense of social consensus-driven conscience as being something superior to personal survival. This type of vernacular inscribed in the common experience of universal daycare. Something routinely expressed in contemporary parental pride through virtue signaling a celebration of their child’s suppression of individual drive in favor of abstract group universals as properly instilled in seminal experiences conducted outside their ‘family’s‘ home. Childhood in the present being one of continuous highly State monitored work release program shuttling the inmate from one disengaged parenting to the next. The prime focus being on what is good for current stability of the permanently enfranchised ruling order. The most probable result being in furnishing an endless supply of future generations that are uniquely apt at fulfilling the tasks of housemaids and man servants.
The ombudsman of that ever-useful lurking evil of menacing victim-hood as properly defining the most-reasonable strata of society acting in contradiction to it by inverting it and thus destroying its natural functionality. The expression of public beauty being marshaled in the province of commercially focused maidens armored in trendy products of a totalitarian vein with an eye to enforce permanent dominance over social stigmas against anything ‘typically male’ as being culturally trivial. The Marxist viewpoint of society defined in terms of sheer power as prime mover the most virulent and reliably fatal virus to it. The final irony of this post-modern-post-colonial empire view being that its initial cadre of seasoned ‘true believers‘ now find life past their ideological usefulness emotionally empty of any animal affection. Their own strenuously observed doctrines of exclusion having killed off any possibility of happy relations with the small remainder of males that still observe traditional principles of fidelity and romance. “Welcome to the wide world of many many cats!” Not to mention that other inherently hostile aggressively male-dominated force in other fundamentalist cultures that have been transplanted from afar into their neighborhoods. Those ones whose base ethic seeking to eliminate all infidels and sheep. Historically speaking, this is the conclusion desired by classic Marxist agendas. There also being an equally dissatisfied counterpart in young female offspring cast into the world wandering about as lost souls bereft of the phantom of a functional father to help anchor them. No promising end game for anyone involved!