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Anti-Darwinism Is The Basis Of Leftism

Sunday, May 28th, 2017

The links between Leftism, individualism, collectivism and hubris are simple but require a complex understanding of context to make sense of them.

Every creature has four basic behaviors known as the “four Fs” — fighting, fleeing, feeding and reproduction — which serve a singular goal, which since Charles Darwin wrote about it, we have described as “adaptation,” or finding a niche within its ecosystem where it can find regular nutrition at minimal risk of combat or predation.

For an animal, every action it takes is a risk. If it ventures out from safe hiding, it is exposed to predators. If it wanders into the territory of another animal of its species, it may get in a fight, and those contain at least a large component of rolling the dice. Its best guess about how an action will turn out determines its survival.

Those guesses in turn reflect how well the organism knows its world. If it is delusional or misinformed, it becomes prey. Consequently, every organism secretly wishes for independence from this state of constant stress. A mouse might imagine the ideal life as a giant field where there are no eagles and snakes, and there is enough grain to always be content.

Humans have an equivalent of this in Leftism. Leftism is a defensive ideology based on preventing others from becoming predators to the individual. It does this by removing social standards; this is what “equal” means: there are no standards, so whatever an individual does is acceptable, and no one can criticize those who are obeying the minimums of civilization (yes: job, shopping; no: murder, intolerance).

In this way, Leftism is a fundamentally anti-Darwinistic philosophy. It wants no social classes, because that way some have more power than others and can victimize them. It wants to make as many actions as possible acceptable, so that someone cannot be lowered in social status for their actions. It prioritizes the weak, broken and clueless so that everyone feels accepted.

When we recognize this basic psychology, it becomes clear why individualism leads to collectivism. Individuals band together in a gang that offers protection from those in the rest of society who might know better. This cult in turn demands allegiance, and so those individuals become slaves to forcing that ideology on others. It justifies itself by being universal, or agreed upon by all as a good thing.

At the root of this is hubris, or the desire of the human individual to be the most important thing in the world. The individual wants itself and its desires, judgments and feelings to come before social order, natural order and logical order. This means that there cannot be recognition that some people are better than others.

For this reason, Leftists idealize criminals, prostitutes, drug addicts, and the dysfunctional. They hate the good, powerful, strong, loving, beautiful and realistic people because those establish a de facto hierarchy. Their ideal is a vast grey lumpenproletariat in which everyone is equal and can do whatever they want, and society subsidizes them.

In thermodynamics, we might refer to this condition as “heat death,” because under it, people would have no reason to strive. Their efforts would be focused on the individual and would therefore not lead to anything that benefits civilization or the soul, except in the rare case of the genius artist, musician or thinker (which is why Leftists pretend to be all three).

Leftism — a subset of Crowdism — is a weaponized form of individualism that demands the individual be free from the burden of having to take realistic actions in the external world. It is a retreat from life, a fatalism, in which we create a new religion and ideology based on human individuals, not actions which adapt to reality.

It is the death of individuality, civilizations and species. This is why it is so addictive: it both promises freedom from death, and a certain path to death which seems easier than toughing it out and trying to survive as long as possible. In its wake, it leaves behind a domesticated, incurious species who exist at the subsistence level found throughout the third world.

What To Do When A Natural Selection Event (NSE) Happens

Wednesday, June 15th, 2016

In News of the Moron, another story — following up on the ill-mannered brat who jumped a fence to get beat up by a gorilla — of humans ignoring reality:

There are “No Swimming” signs at the lagoon, and no one else was in the water at the time of the attack besides the child, Demings said.

This body of water is not for recreational swimming, “likely for that very reason,” Demings said. “This is Florida and it’s not uncommon for alligators to be in bodies of water.”

What we are seeing here is the convergence of two things: first, as mob rule intensifies, people are shedding any notion of personal responsibility, which includes responsibility to reality; second, the nanny state has covered every square inch of North America with warning signs and so people are starting to disregard them. As Hunter S. Thompson opined, “In a closed society where everyone is guilty, the only crime is getting caught,” and in a society where rules, fines, cops, cameras, and other intrusive control are common, people are itching to violate those rules.

For years we have treated the flash flood of idiots in the West as a ha-ha funny joke. Now, we see the consequences: these idiots will demand that someone else eradicate nature because of their own lack of ability to perceive that there are threats around them. In any sane system, meaning one other than a democracy, we would allow Natural Selection Events (NSEs) to occur and welcome them as strengthening our tribe.

When an NSE happens near you, the first thing to do is to stop the great pity train. The hive winds itself up by weeping in groups because herds do everything in a group; people of the herd do not feel comfortable unless they are surrounded by other people at all times. When the weeping is done, the Angry Statements will begin. Then the politicians will get involved. Soon all alligators will be dead so that idiots feel safe.

You can interrupt the pity train by both denying your own participation, and telling people “this sort of thing just happens, that’s why there are warning signs.” Steamroller any idiot who is getting weepy and do your best to smash down all commemorative activities, vigils, colored lights on national capitals, Facebook photo-changing and so on. It is all just the herd getting good and emotional so it can coil and strike.

The Crowd will do its best to lie about the situation and to edit history so that the individual appears innocent. Do not let it happen; you cannot afford to waffle. Shout loudly and clearly “He was in the water!” because that crucial fact is exactly what the Crowdists will attempt to delete from memory. Everyone knows that if the kid was in the water, the parents are idiots and this was a natural selection event. But if we can get him out of the water in our minds, we can argue that the cruel gator snatched him from where he should have been “safe”; eventually the story will mutate into the idea that he was sitting in the living room playing on an iPad when the mean racist gator just swooped in and took him.

Darwin is our friend and natural selection is how we maintain strength. Generally, it is pretty hard to get an NSE invoked on you in this society. Those who manage to do it anyway are those we can doubly stand to lose. It is not state-sponsored eugenics or any other nonsense of that sort to say that we should not be protecting these people from the consequences of their actions. Or that we should celebrate their deaths as one less parasitic weakling among us.

In praise of predation

Sunday, October 5th, 2014

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Nature, “red in tooth and claw” (but not destructive like Reds), often shocks us because its most beautiful creatures are violent and seemingly cruel predators. For example, the elegant raptor that glides so gracefully on the wind will with almost demonic glee seize a small cute mouse and tear it apart.

Similarly, the common house cat — a creature beloved by many — will toy with a mouse with a sadistic disregard for pain as it essentially tortures it to death and then delightedly munches on its innards. (Housecats are also a plague on nature if not kept indoors, where they do the same thing to songbirds at an environmentally destructive rate.)

We the creatures insulated (mostly) from the burden of fearing predators find it hard to reconcile these two extremes. How do we accept the fact that our kind and loving moggy takes pleasure in destroying other creatures? We can rationalize it with the need to eat alone, but clearly the cat seeks this as a form of purpose as well, halfway between the equivalent human concepts for “career” and “pleasure.”

Humans are not totally immune to predation. Within our own species we have predators, not only the obvious killers, thieves and rapists but the legions of scam artists, con men, speed traps, and government monopolies on issuing penalties for financial reward. Yet this is more parasitism, or organisms which live off of others through indirect means, than outright predation.

Often since I was a young child I have thought of the benefits of predation. Yes, evil and violent creatures exist in the woods; but among us walk people who are idiots, liars and incompetents. As a child walking through the woods after dark, I was wary; others were not, either from the oblivion of the idiot or the arrogance of the deceiver. Is it not a higher form of justice — “good to the good, and bad to the bad” as Plato suggests — that fools and liars be consumed by creatures who need nutrition?

Think back to your third-grade class or equivalent. Undoubtedly some of those children were well-intentioned and well-behaved. Others may have been more rebellious, but those split into two camps which take a little mental work to differentiate. The first group are those of obvious ill-intent, who like future con-men have no concern for the consequences of their actions. The others are simply out of place, acting out, confused and surly, but have some degree of moral culpability and at least feel remorse for their acts and try to rebalance themselves. Most of those come from broken homes or other dubious family situations.

But then there are the kids who are either oblivious to the consequences of their actions (idiots) or too absorbed in themselves to care about any impact beyond personal satiation (liars, thieves). How is it anything but genius that nature designs snares for such people to destroy them in as horrific a way as possible? Through their pain, they serve the order of nature… as nature’s equivalent of a cheeseburger.

If anything, the West suffers from too much survival. We have ensured that “anyone” can live a life of relative leisure in exchange for 40-80 hours of labor a week. But this group of anyones includes the idiots, liars and thieves. Because of our fear of power itself, including leadership which is power applied toward non-personal goals, we resist any attempt to sort people based on who they are. And from that, we rage against nature and try to keep it from carrying off the unfit, who then — because they have no purpose other than self-gratification — become parasites on society as a whole.

All that we fear — the sharks, snakes, bears and wolves — help us by removing those who are clueless or parasitic. If we had a just king, he would rule for the most part by some form of eugenics which promotes the best people and ushers the worst off to exile or doom. Our ability to survive as a group will doom that group to being absorbed within the vast number of useless people it cultivates. Nature may seem cruel, but this Darwinism that destroys the people who will be our doom seems in the end analysis to be a greater form of mercy.

The Immune System

Friday, January 20th, 2012

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche cannot be described as a traditional philosopher.  He consistently returns to the the theme of health, he refers to himself as a cultural physician, and he famously wrote, “my genius is in my nostrils.”

He may be referring to how in everyday life we are predominantly conscious of the divide between true and false, and less aware of the divide between healthy and sick. Some would say this occurred because we have taken our more primitive functions for granted and fallen in love with our brains instead, forgetting the wisdom of our other organs.

The metaphor of the immune system will help explain this. When a disease invades the body, the immune system is not at all obliged to accept the disease at face value — in other words, to accept the “truth” of the disease.  If it did, it would be a pretty shoddy immune system. 

In a sense, the function of the immune system could be described as irrational. The immune system clashes with disease in a war for power. Each fights for the ultimate prize: more life! The immune system cannot wait for the brain to make a decision. It must be constantly xenophobic and warlike.

The immune system does not operate on the level of true/false. The same is true at the cultural level.  We are too in touch with our brains, and not enough with our immune system and our nostrils. Training our brains to become comfortable with cultural ruin is not a solution; it is a rationalization.

Avoiding rationalization requires we embrace the irrational. Our cultural antibodies must irrationally fight the disease without appeal to the brain. Today we are reliant on medicine in both a literal sense, and a metaphorical one. Like a patient who becomes accustoms to antibiotics, and thus loses the ability to fight disease without them, our rationalization of the status quo on a cultural level has weakened us.

Imagine three different tribes. Tribe A has superior intelligence, medicine and technology. Tribe B has superior spirit, religion and willpower. Suppose that these two tribes are warring with each other.  Tribe A uses medicine and technology to heal its sick and wounded at all costs. Tribe B shuns medicine and instead puts its faith entirely in the will of the universe to heal its sick and wounded. Clearly, Tribe A will crush Tribe B, and perhaps only a very few of exceptional health from Tribe B will survive.

But out of the mist comes Tribe C! Tribe C uses medicine only in emergencies and otherwise puts its faith in the will of the universe. They believe that the strong will survive with or without medicine. Perhaps in the short term Tribe A will get the better of Tribe C thanks to their superior technology and medicine. But it’s not at all hard to imagine that in the long run,  Tribe C will emerge victorious. The literal and metaphorical immune system of Tribe A will become dependent on medicine, while the literal and metaphorical immune system of Tribe C will remain robust thanks to nature.

There is nothing moral or immoral about a disease invading a body.  The disease does what it does.  But by the same token, the immune system does what it does. It is no different when a native culture resists and rejects foreign ideas and influence. It has nothing to do with morality nor does it have anything to do with what is “true” or “false.” 

The antibody is as irrational as the disease, and as single-minded. The question is not about true and false, but a will to power and the will to life. We should not fight or justify our own irrational cultural impulses. We should integrate them. They like our immune systems ensure a long and healthy life.

Sensibility and Intelligence

Thursday, July 15th, 2010

When we talk about intelligence, it is primarily the ability and inheritance of the individual, race, species that is able to deny short term sensuality and aim toward achieving a goal, to sacrifice pleasure in the present to achieve a greater reward in the future.

The way nature configures this is through the promise of a reward, either from a thought of food that urges the hunter to go and hunt, who then kills his prey, gaining the hunter who sacrificed his time a greater abundance energy – a reward for controlling the responses toward the senses for a greater lavishing of taste in the future, tasty food.

The evolution of our species has given the inhabitants of Earth genetic traits specific to different parts of its ecosystem, from one great ecosystem toward semi-isolated continents, many isolated tribes diverted their evolution into specially adapted races – and along through civilization, we overcome direct limits and impose indirect ones (social and civil boundaries, morals, which in turn preserve genetic isolation where our geologic boundaries do not). 

Our world around us, our civilization that we have created is a young experiment and our biological evolution is currently juxtaposed against the rate at which cultural and social information can evolve and that it cannot, we as defiant little monkeys then force these ideals onto our biology, and many that do not healthily reflect our current position or a greater future goes to prove that it has alienated our senses.

With dysgenic inherited diseases and corrupted genes disabling once useful genetic traits, many are unable to re-tune with natural, healthy environments full of sense and sanity, and are doomed to sink down with their ‘memetic warship’ defiantly denying direct natural selection in favour of peace, justice and equality.

Where once our sensibility gave us a tribal sense and common sense collectively through the group, we had a survival mechanism to preserve the races independantly and conservingly of the wilderness around them. Oppositely, where we exist today, our senses are partially in an enclosed environment and it is very different to that in which we had evolved, which many of us still bear the genetic adaptations for and others have evolved traits which would hinder our existence outside of the cultivated environment.

Maddened morals has lead individuals to evolve counter-productively, crushing and denying our primitive senses, sawing off the limbs of what evolution has bestowed us, leaves us without our animal senses, our tribal spirit and biological intuition.

We are still very dependent on an external environment to determine our evolution – transnaturalism was that fish out of water, the heat of a glaring sun corrupting and decaying the flesh, deceasing and rotting the system of society that has attempted to breathe the air of solitary evolution, yet too, far too primitive to do so, and suffocates.

Our evolution still has aquatic gills, we still thrive best in the ocean of life, when a film of liquid acts as a evolutionary umbilical cord. That liquid film that we bring with us, to help us breathe in such a hostile, trans-natural terrain is our ecosystem, our wilderness. Tradition, religion & the sciences are the young air breathing lungs, tiny strips of metaphysical flesh in the naive humans, breathing through their minds the air of nothingness, the land of death that we creatively crawl towards, only temporarily covered by our wilderness into the dry, scorched, deserted lowlands of civilization.

All ideas are converted from designs in the external reality, cause and effect, we cannot envision ideas out of a total vacuum, only nothing can do that. We fill the young mind with information through the senses, sight, smell, sound, touch, taste and even secondary senses within the brain that combine these major feeds of information with sublime, perhaps subtle senses we are unaware of, antennas of collective evolution, social receptors; all by-products through the combinations of the foundation senses, not in spite of them.

The body is very sensitive to the environment of an ecosystem, in an enclosed ecosystem first rate senses are desensitized, deprived from the external wilderness and those that are best able to disable these and reproduce the quickest inside the enclosed ecosystem will do so.

Twice as many paths for the intelligent

To split intelligence into two factions, on one side I keep biological intelligence and on the other the symbolic intelligence; intuition and IQ respectively. The intuition takes its information through the first rate senses (touch, taste etc) and represents these toward the brain, from which second rate senses interpret these through combinations (social, ecological and group reflection, albeit collective symmetry and adherence toward other biology to enhance survival).

The intuition is everything that we would need to survive the wilderness, it’s impulsive and instinctive, hard wired into each of us – yet with IQ we hack that intuition and corrode it, in what seems a good idea at first – our sawing off our limbs that keep us sensible whilst in the biosphere, the higher our symbolic IQ, the greater the strength of our denying the wilderness through peak intervals, we invent technology with our IQ, after which we regress in evolution having sawed off our first rate sensuality, leaving a void that makes for desperate, sensationalist seeking individuals, out of control and criminally insane.

The intuition takes its information through the first rate senses and represents this into the brain, it is sensible, the IQ is the ability to prospect intuition at a distance and can be expressed as a scope into reality beyond the direct sense feed, it is indirect and therefore by-passes the individuals physical sensual reception.

As mentioned before, the film of liquid is the information with a direct biological wilderness of senses, we evolved from this and it gives us our strength – further trans-natural evolution will frustrate the senses of those unable to disable them and kill those that are unable to re-enable them after the short term.

That means that although reliant on second rate (indirect) sensual information through symbolism, many that have never directly experienced that sensual information are going to interpret them inaccurately, primitive cognitive abilities.

The symbol is a vesicle of sense information through a transportation medium beyond the standard biological transfusion. It is inorganic information, inorganic sense, inorganic memes and is created through inorganic surrogation, which is to use energy into creating something which does not directly benefit biological survival.

That prospect of intuition is symbolism.

Symbolism has given humanity the observational powers that allow us to perceive senses indirectly but not to feel them directly. It is a form of scaffolding and support around the real objective reality that allows us to perceive senses that we cannot at this point in evolution, feel directly.

Science is this, we can perceive what the moon’s surface is made of and the temperature of its day or night but we as human beings, we can never get to its surface and scoop up the lunar sand and feel it through our fingers and walk through the lunar sand bare foot as if we were on the earthly beaches.

We cannot feel the solar energy on the moon as if through the atmosphere here on Earth. The moon has no significant atmosphere, the solar energy is too intense and energetic for us to feel on our skins for it would surely be death to us.

We can only perceive what these sensations must feel like, therefore we must interpret these feelings through symbols, the symbols that two hundred degrees Celsius would be too great for us to feel directly, thus we are disconnected from reality and we observe a second rate reality through our interpretations of the first rate reality through our symbols, and through symbols we can create ideas and from ideology we create civilizations, the scaffolding around the real object, us as human beings – is our civilization.

IQ is therefore, sense at a distance, in a detachment from the biosphere it created the warship of God, a battle against our senses, against our gills – trying to recapture the breathe taking moments in life and sanctify them, like a dead corpse preserved in the desert’s salty sands. When we learn to create our religions actually in this reality, we will learn to not only sense at a distance, but also to sense through time, spirit.

Time being a non existent thing in itself, it is the measurement between two phases, like the surface of a liquid flowing, sensing through time allows us to dive and leap out of the present, under and over the surface of our direct sensuality, it is spirituality and is a product of our imaginations, it is a mental intuition, a sense that we are still evolving – and when you’re travelling 200 light years in a warship across the bleak void of space, you’ll appreciate it, it will keep you alive and breathing not fatalistic and depressed.

Intelligence and the desert voyage

The symbol has a low information quality – the amount of sense that was received by an individual before they type and distort it into symbolic characters on a page is enormous compared to the reinterpretation of this information, at a distance.

Compared to intuition, our symbols are pathetic, but they are all we have for collectively transmitting information halfway across the planet toward other life forms in our partially enclosed ecosystem of civilization, those who are mentally able to digest this low information quality whilst simultaneously frustrating/disabling short term biological sensual information feeds, whilst also not being oblivious toward them – will be able to survive ‘the desert of the land’ and because they did not saw off their senses also, they will be able to re-engage with reality after they have finished interpreting symbolic information and be able to refresh and flourish in an oasis of liquid information from their natural environment around them, reverence.

If only high in IQ, these creatures wander into the open air of the desert without precaution, perhaps without having evolved spiritual lungs to breathe the air that is toxic to the short term sensationalists, and suffocate, asphyxiate, or perhaps they are evolved without the ability to re-engage their biological senses; perhaps having been burnt in the open air of the void for too long – desperately unable to rehydrate, roasted in the heat from the glare of the void, the questioning of meaninglessness without a cold, refreshing wilderness to drink.

Mental illness and insanity, senseless within the space voyage. The voyage over the void with no prospect but a horrible death beneath it – the exhausting weight of mankind as he walks across the rope toward the cosmic wilderness, toward his next oasis in the desert of land – the depression of nonexistence gnawing at the consciousness like the beating of radiation from the sun, unpleasant for the weary traveller of solitary evolution, sucking the liquid of life out of him.

All things biological need their water, both physically and metaphysically, both substantial and insubstantial, the solvent of life, the faith in God – the God that is trans-natural life over and below that surface of waves, which we sense – throughout and in the river of time, keeping the fight for survival for the weakened, thirsty traveller until man reaches his new wilderness of senses, the ‘Overman’.

The symbol is the word and everything we do that is intelligent is to preserve our senses in a form that sustains us in the ‘lands of the dead’, the lands where we can only indirectly sense, the times where we have to suppress our short term desires because of the radiation around us, where we are to be deprived of our wilderness in search of a greater wilderness, seperated by that gnawing void – IQ is the sense of emptiness and our preparations for the wilderness of the cosmos – to travel the stellar seas in search of new worlds with nothing left to directly sense except our spirit, our faith as a reservoir of intuition that we conserve from nature to where we are able to reach pure intuition, the sense of fullness, indirect sense and direct sense.

Intelligence is to creativity and the symbolic esoteric – intuition toward social and the biological exoteric. High IQ’s give the individual a survival trait for extreme malnourishment of sensual information, low IQs oppositely – but all things must eventually drink the water of life and breathe the air of a void, or remain forever attached to a biosphere outside of civilization.  Asphyxiate and dehydrate, or allow yourself to breathe and to sense nature around you.

Potential traits to be evolved

High IQ individuals will need to strengthen senses, indirect senses do not allow you to adapt from a direct threat, direct senses do not allow you to adapt to an indirect threat.

An indirect threat, the collapse of civilization, direct senses cannot see this, it is through time, in the future. Direct senses have to capitalise on the strength traits that allow you to prepare for the future before it happens – the more direct senses active, the greater the cross reference of intuition, it can sense a wave coming.

IQ is a fourth dimensional sense, that being a trait above the ordinary abilities of animals, it allows scaffolding around the lesser dimensional senses, to build onto them new limbs and sense receptors instead of sawing them off. To then be able to sense intuitively every particle in space, to see the whole spectrum of photon waves, to listen to the light like the Voyager space craft, to hear the gravity and magnetic fields and see them at the same time, to even taste them as they pass through the skin – to feed the senses with information in the cosmic wilderness.

Transforming our indirect, symbolic ideas of indirect senses, into new organs for direct sensual feeds in the hostilities of space – that is, to ‘breathe the air’ and take a leap in evolution beyond and out of the short term present and create ourselves the sense to rebuild civilizations and immunize them from known decay, keep it hydrated to prevent it from dying.

Linear thinking makes you a blockhead

Monday, May 4th, 2009

I enjoy about half of what David Brooks writes. But sometimes, he just gets it wrong.

Some people live in romantic ages. They tend to believe that genius is the product of a divine spark. They believe that there have been, throughout the ages, certain paragons of greatness — Dante, Mozart, Einstein — whose talents far exceeded normal comprehension, who had an other-worldly access to transcendent truth, and who are best approached with reverential awe.

We, of course, live in a scientific age, and modern research pierces hocus-pocus. In the view that is now dominant, even Mozart’s early abilities were not the product of some innate spiritual gift. His early compositions were nothing special. They were pastiches of other people’s work. Mozart was a good musician at an early age, but he would not stand out among today’s top child-performers.

What Mozart had, we now believe, was the same thing Tiger Woods had — the ability to focus for long periods of time and a father intent on improving his skills. Mozart played a lot of piano at a very young age, so he got his 10,000 hours of practice in early and then he built from there.

The latest research suggests a more prosaic, democratic, even puritanical view of the world. The key factor separating geniuses from the merely accomplished is not a divine spark. It’s not I.Q., a generally bad predictor of success, even in realms like chess. Instead, it’s deliberate practice. Top performers spend more hours (many more hours) rigorously practicing their craft.

NYT

Everyone loves democratic views of the world. “I could be anything, so society must treat me as if I am special,” they drone, forgetting that around them are infinite others thinking the same thing, and that a society of selfish people makes for disorder, disorder makes for corruption, and at that point you’re well on your way to third-world levels of disorganization.

Brooks is playing to the crowd with this popular notion that he carefully avoids saying is scientifically verified. He says we are scientific and enlightened, and that we have a new notion of how things work; he leaves it to you to assume that means science “says” things are this way.

In fact, the actual data points in the opposite direction: high intelligence is genetically determined, and as measured by IQ, determines success in life.

But that’s not popular. “What, some are born to sweet delight, and others just born to the endless night? Well, I’m so much more afraid of the endless night that in my confusion and depression I think I’m prone to, I’m going to go find some of those sweet delight people and kick their asses.” That’s about the mentality we’re looking at here, translated through Brooks’ intelligent ability to market his writings.

And then there was the option I suggested, that people found inconvenient to mention:

Or, there’s the third option:

Divine spark of intelligence (high g) + hard work = “a genius”

Here, I’m thinking of your Schopenhauer, your Beethoven, your Planck, your Faulkner, and so on. These guys may appear lazy at a first glance, but the fact of the matter is that they spent endless hours in focused thought on what they were doing — and also, had the raw ability to process this thought.

There are also some like Franz Schubert who seemed destined for quick rise and fall. I don’t think Brooks’ formula explains that, so he’d have to invent something about fortunate circumstances, wealthy families, oppression of average-IQ “geniuses,” and so on — backward logic.

I might ask Brooks: so how many geniuses were born with average IQs? And how many people with average or above average worked really hard but didn’t end up geniuses?

However, backward logic is still there. He might simply opt to re-define genius, and insist we call some mediocrity a genius because they made pots of money or came up with an idea that pleases lots of people because it justifies their selfishness, inaction or failure.

The basic problem here is that people demand a simple explanation for the crowd, and then confuse the means used to achieve that demonstration with how reality works. That is: they say “show me the evidence” so the presenter constructs a model that shows BEFORE and AFTER states, compares one factor (“how hard they worked”), and then concludes that, for the instances studied, this is the Truth and the Word.

So the crowd surges forth from the auditorium, assumes that they can look at single factors and draw broad conclusions, and then they start practicing. Truth is eroded. By the time David Brooks gets to the scene, there’s no point even trying for truth; just try for a pseudo-truth that someone will buy. Geniuses work hard; therefore, hard work makes you a genius. It’s a simple cause/effect confusion that pleases a crowd and makes them easy to control.

It’s always interesting to see how people alter their reality with memes. They use them to control each other, but then, because they’re now a token of social discourse, find themselves controlled by them. I guess they never anticipated that effect and consequent disaster, but it seems obvious to me.

Pariah

Thursday, October 11th, 2007

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It occurs to me that you cannot put a dollar value on truth. People pay for “information,” which is true knowledge, but not for a sense of truth itself, that is to say, an assessment on a situation that cannot be solved by raw information itself. What about a column of numbers can solve the questions of life, or invent where there was nothing before? Truth is not information, which means it must compete with news-entertainment. News-entertainment has no obligation to truth, as its goal is to interest people not educate them, thus truth is entirely cut out of our modern equation.

This is probably for the best. No one wants to be caught “selling” truth. Psst, buddy, wanna buy the secrets of life? Interestingly, this would probably be an optimum way to hide the best truths we have, as only those to whom no one would listen would buy truth from a streetvendor in a trenchcoat. Truth is effectively reduced to this level anyway, since spending time caring about truth instead of what sells puts you at a disadvantage. The only space our society has for truth-seeking is as a hobby. Yes, in your spare time, hunt down that truth. In the meantime, people want televisions with genital-activated remotes! This Is Important.

We don’t know what nature is. To some it means green ridges of trees outside the subdivision. To others it’s wide open spaces somewhere they still have such things, like in Africa or Appalachia or on the moon maybe. Still others use it scientifically to refer to “nature” as all those wild and wonderful chemical reactions that somehow result in things as varied as bacon for breakfast and the emotion we call “love” (note: love can also not be sold, only the symbols of it, in which a brisk trade has been flourishing since the dawn of humanity). Nature if you really think about it means the universe all together, as this big mysterious process that has somehow brought us into existence from the void.

Nature, as this big process, is better understood by us as “rules” or tendencies than as a physical thing. How do you fist fight the universe? It’s not going to come if you challenge it. It’s already there. Nature in this sense stops for no one, because all things are governed by its rules, much like we cannot help that we act sometimes like our parents, even if we drink until we slur our words. Fight nature is like challenging language to a debate. Nature stops for no one and will just as happily roll over us like a Sherman tank as it will bless us with long and happy lives.

What decides who lives, and who dies? Gruff scientific types bark out something about “Darwinism” and the Christians, holding their severed genitals in latex-gloved hands, sing in angelic voices that God decides everything and we can just go along with it, hum a favorite tune, think of England and enjoy it as best we can. What decides who lives or dies is how well that someone is adapted to nature, or the universe, or reality, or truth, if you want to get picky about language. Whatever it is – it is what is – and those who figure it out live and those who don’t die or have other bad consequences. Another way to put it is that if you smear bear pheremones on your ass and bend over in front of a grizzly, don’t be surprised if you get sodomized.

Each of us has a world in his head. This world is like our outside world, but it is our memory and perception of it, and like a photograph of a summer day it captures a certain angle of gist of reality but not reality itself. That world is the conduit through which we experience reality, because the instant that passes must be stored as knowledge, and all our knowledge comes from our senses as filtered through our judgment. So life becomes a process of having a more accurate world in one’s head (truth) or finding a world one prefers, whether drugs or television or religion or incoherent, neuter-positivist thinking (everything will work alright if I just get a Gold Card). Our internal worlds all have different degrees of truth to them.

When an internal world moves far away from rationality, the mind does not have a problem with it. Only later when the physical body has to deal with the negative consequences of an irrational approach to life does the mind get reminded that it was off-base. If someone neglects to prepare for winter, they cannot will their way past a lack of firewood or food. They die. Similarly depart people who try to find buried landmines with sledgehammers, feed bears raw steak, or smoke while filling up their tanker trucks. When people lament the inundation with functional morons that is a hallmark of modern society, it is too easy to point out that getting a job, credit card and apartment is much easier than surviving a night in the forest, and quality of humanity has declined inversely to the rise of technology.

To be a pariah, in this time, is to assert the kind of truth that can kill people who do not understand it. If you see a room full of people confronted with a new baffling object, many will pretend to understand it, others will pretend to be disinterested, and still others will actually investigate it. The last group is the smallest. These are the ones who act deliberately. Deliberate people are not surprisingly unthreatened by the idea of reality existing and themselves having the possibility of assessing it incorrectly and thus being penalized. Those who are not deliberate, and are not sure their vision of reality is accurate, are threatened and simultaneously invent fantasy worlds in which to mentally reside and become underconfident.

It is this conflict of worlds-within-worlds, or mental visions of the world at large, that humanity finds itself stranded, because with the enhanced capabilities of intelligent life comes great demands for accuracy in perceiving the world at large. It is a race for the intellectual ability to see life as it is, and while the winners do not get rewarded at the instant they complete it, they gain an endurance which far outstrips the ability of those who are in denial (fantasy worlds) or shirking the task (underconfidence, laziness, dishonesty). The winners become pariahs in the illusion-worlds of others because to have a winner present who can remind them of reality is offensive, and they see truth itself as intolerant, elitist, even hateful.

So for now society is upside down, because the winners are pariahs and the losers are kings. The people who live a lie find it easier to adapt to this upside down world because they don’t expect truth or logic in the first place, and are generally so negative and underconfident they gladly settle for a few basic things crowned with gaudy distractions. These pariahs are the ultimate realists, and they laugh at the losers. You think you’ve stolen my power? they say. You think your fantasy world somehow changes the fact that the world is out there, and for all the theory we can concoct about relativity or ideals, it is acting as it normally does? Reality is on my side.

I am the laughing amoralist, our pariah says. I am the one who not only understands reality but likes the way it operates, having looked far enough into the levels of its complexity to see why it does what it does, and to realize that in the long term that type of order is better than our human wishes. Morons would make the world out of dessert foods and gold, and then lapse into an entropy of ambition because their imagination ends with riches and sugar. Pariah-realists are glad for the coldness of winter, the difficult of valued tasks, the rarity of good things. I am the laughing amoralist, our pariah says. You think you’ve got me cornered in your illusion-world, but really, all you’re doing is digging your own grave.

The summation of this situation is a cascade of summations which add up to a great weakness: a species is born, becomes powerful, and drifts into illusion that lessening its power at the same time the forces it set into motion with its wealth become dangerous. It has exported its strength to its external mechanisms, where machines or learning written down or social constructions, and now what is inside has atrophied and become flabby. The force of will and self-discipline and confidence that is needed to create in this life is draining away, being replaced with a short-term-cycle of desires counterpointing fears leading to a will only toward escape, distraction and other activity that dissipates focused energy. It is a path to doom, for those who take this illusion as reality.

When all the lights are extinquished, and when there are no frontiers toward which one can run, the illusionists will have to face what the pariah has long kept inside, which is the nature of the beast which affirms the need for conflict in life and for predation and struggle. We accept reality and its adversity, us pariahs, because we know that the machines and mass media and popularity contests of society made it easier to pick illusion over reality. Our endurance builds and we grow stronger, while the illusionists become more dependent on the illusion. The illusionists see only their machines and social order, and beyond it, there is the monster and the beast within. Pariahs have the beast within and so do not fear the forest, whether outside or in our souls.

For those who uphold the illusion, time is running out as the impact of humanity’s changes on the planet and on itself are being seen. The illusion is flickering as if its projector was short of oil or dropping a bearing; the illusionists themselves are losing strength, and have no way to regain it, since the illusion was always untrue and waited only time to reveal its transparency. And the pariahs, long kicked around and denied because they saw a world outside that world on which others agreed, aka the social illusion, are gaining power as consciousness of reality comes back.

The pariah, the laughing amoralist, turns to the illusionist and says, Well, you’ve had your run, and it’s not coming back for awhile, because it’s now apparent that you’ve blown it. Just like George W. Bush had presidential power unchecked until he made a disaster out of that power, the illusionists have had their day, and through their own actions and not those of another have proved themselves incompetent and destructive. Reality has always been there and it gains strength, showing us that the laughing amoralist pariah was right the whole time. Seeing that, the pariah says offhandedly, “And you want to be nice to us, for we are the ones who will make your graves, now that winter has come.”

The First World War

Sunday, August 27th, 2006

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Before we become depressed by the horrors of our time, let us imagine it — from the perspective of the natural world…

Of all the birds, Rock Dove remains a mystery. His spirit is elusive, and any time a rock dove is seen, you can feel that he is winking, sharing a mystery. And here is his story.

Long before the dominion of humans, birds ruled the earth because of their powers of flight. The first birds took advantage of this and were fierce, giant predators that descended at screaming speeds to carry off their crying victims, as all knew that once in the air even escape meant death by falling.

Over time, some of these vicious predators started wanting the easy life, and living off fruit and nuts like the infinite tiny mammals they plundered, and these grew numerous because it is far easier to find seeds and berries than it is to hunt all day for several moments of howling pursuit in which the small creature chased is often blessed by a nearby hole in the earth.

From these birds came the pigeons, and from a particularly freewilled tribe of otherwise cowlike pigeons came the spirit that became Rock Dove. Like his pigeon cousins, Rock Dove liked the easy life, but as if recalling some lost ancestor, his spirit loved the thrill of pursuit. As rock doves are smaller than hawks, however, this time the thrill was in evasion.

Rock Dove was a powerful spirit, and engendered many birds, but at first they were far from inspiring: black, bold pigeons with broader wings. Rock Dove, when he dreamed, dreamt of more powerful wings and faster flight, and over time all the new rock doves in the world had these bigger wings. This started the first world war, as we know it today, because this made them bigger and more visible targets for eagles.

From his roost in the darkness of the aether, Rock Dove saw the daily fight when eagles dropped from above on silent wings and carried off another bird with plaintive creel. The others huddled closer on their branches, but Rock Dove went deeply into his dream. In his dream he saw thinner bodies with the same proportion of wing, and as the new generations of rock doves were born, this came about.

Now faster than most birds, rock doves could dive under the eagles in pursuit and make it to earth where eagles were loathe to dive (you try rushing at a small target among spiny cacti or sharp dry twigs; your own weight becomes an enemy if you so much as touch a splinter at that speed). In his timeless sleep, Rock Dove grinned. On flat rocks and empty limbs across earth, rock doves sent forth their humming song.

Far above, the Eagles also dreamed, and the war went from a sitting combat to active. “We’ll take them at their roosts,” voiced the Eagle-spirit. “They’re sitting ducks, if you pardon my pun.” The next morning rock doves everywhere pecked at food and were taken — from the leafy twigs of trees, from their resting places on the rocks and amidst the pebbles. Rock Dove frowned in sleep.

The losses were massive — or magnificent, if you were an eagle. Blood stained the flat rocks and vacant limbs of the prairies. In darkness Rock Dove grimaced. He had lost a generation, at least, of his best, sent to their deaths against something they could not have expected. His claws tensed on the branches of earth. While his heart was sick, his spirit was not, and Rock Dove dreamed again — a dream of fighting.

Thus was the first race for military technology born. The few remaining rock doves huddled in safe places, hatching eggs that brought forth brown and then tan and then light grey-tan offspring. These were thinner, faster and lighter than their parents, and best of all, they were hard to see.

Rock Dove knew in his dream that our eyes — any ideas — must be designed to grasp the gist of a situation without getting enmired in detail quickly, or they are useless in a world of fast-moving prey and predator alike. When an eye looks at the mottled surface of rocks, or the speckled skin of trees, it sees the pattern and not every detail. And now, as he dreamed it, rock doves fit into that pattern.

Above eagles crowed in victory. “We have obliterated the enemy,” said one triumphantly. But their celebration ended early when they found rock doves no longer easy to catch, and had to move on to other birds and tiny mammals. These in turned dreamed in fathomless sleep and began to change from their bright colors into the dusky spectrum of earth. It was no longer easy to be an eagle.

Rock Dove remains in his sleep, watchful but aware there are some things he can only outlast but not directly fight. So it is with war. But in the first world war, he had triumphed despite defeat, because his spirit did not give in where his heart was weak. So it is with all wars: your losses will be sorrowful but if you stay on the path of your dream, your victory — even despite defeat — will be eternal.

Suddenly it is clear not only how to dry our weary eyes, but what we must do in the future…

Creating the African Superman

Thursday, August 17th, 2006

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Bill Cosby absorbed quite a bit of flak for criticizing the media creation of “black culture” for endorsing gangsta behavior, obscenity, laziness and selfishness. Far smarter than the average person, Cosby represents the prototype of a new African-American: the intelligent and mobile critical thinker.

Suppose for a moment that Bill Cosby used his millions to buy up a cable network and create a new kind of black fascist propaganda. “We will create the African Superman,” Cosby says, with a nod to F.W. Nietzsche and Margaret Mead, “who will replace this tedious gangsta rap baggy-pants culture with something better.”

Overwhelmingly, he is elected. His first move is to seize all black press establishments and entertainment outlets. “Only the best media for our youth,” he says to wild cheers. “We’re going to keep the poisonous usurpers out.” Next he takes over the educational system, designing a uniform and challenging curriculum for black schools.

Cosby socializes most industries among the African-American community. His lieutenants fan out and take over hiring and firing, making sure that every smart and healthy young black person can rise as high as their ambition allows — and the black press eggs them on with positive slogans like “You can do more than be successful — you can make every African a Superman!”

Cosby is a pragmatist. He knows that once things get good, he’ll be voted out of power by some idiot who promises to use this new wealth for bread and circuses. He abolishes elections and executes dissidents. Fifty Cent is gassed in Detroit; over six million gangsta rappers, pimps and drug dealers die of dysentery or rifle execution in Belsen, New Jersey. “The gangsta — with his lazy ways, his sleazy culture and his Marxist rhetoric — is the scourge of Africans everywhere.” Kids move their baseball caps forward and start studying.

The black-suited Cosby men are everywhere. Black businesses that sell destructive products like sprays designed to make hair appear “white” are shut down and their owners taken to nearby fields and their brains erased with gunfire. Ghetto alcohol joints are shut down and their proprietors vanish on cattle cars. Thousands of Africans in black suits march down the streets, crushing dissidents under iron boots.

Now having the power he needs, Cosby moves further: he sets up a list of “positive Africans.” On it, he has each local leader, or Gauleiter, list all African-Americans who meet three criteria: over 130 IQ points, physically healthy and athletic, and noble life-affirming outlook. He gives these people special badges that resemble either Stars of David or the Sheriff’s star, depending on which way you look at it.

With lightning speed, Cosby’s lieutenants execute the rest, leaving only his special badged-group of “proto-super-Africans,” as he calls them. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he says, “Any asshole can lead a country to health. I’m going to create the Superman — Nietzsche’s concept, not Hitler’s — out of Africans and we are going to become the predominant race on this planet.”

World outcry is drowned out by world sarcasm. “Yeah, right,” says a wise young Russian. “These guys are gonna get bought out like anyone else. Once we get some big-screen televisions, quality sinsemilla, video games and interracial porn in there, they’ll become like us and turn back to a liberal democracy. Capitalism will fix them, because everyone likes to be able to get ahead, and when they have ‘freedom,’ they’re going to overthrow Der Huxtable and have open elections.”

But this is not to pass. First, Cosby ensures that dissident networks are allowed to develop — and then their progenitors are rounded up and put to work in concentration camps making ammunition and clothing. Most starve or die of dysentery in the cramped, unsanitary barbed-wire enclosures. “Gotta break some eggs to make an omelette,” Cosby says.

What is most interesting however is that there are few dissidents. Cosby has taken the African-American population down to under a million (2.5%), but each of these is a success story: intelligent, athletic and known for wisdom in both gentleness and aggression. The men as well as women fit the perfect African ideal in appearance and action. For the most part, they seem to agree with Cosby and be glad those of lesser ability aren’t around to screw things up anymore.

Dictator Cosby knows he is mortal, so he sets up his society for the next thousand years. Within his party he purges everyone he suspects of letting personal ambition come before doing what’s right for the community, and encourages his Gauleiters to do the same among their staffs. Only a few thousand need be killed. Then, he gives the Gauleiters remarkable freedom to run their own mini-nations within the African-American Superstate, or “Reich.”

These Gauleiters frequently disagree on borders or rights to coveted fields or women, and Cosby encourages warfare — but limits it to hand weapons. He knows this will make the best warriors predominate, and sure enough, after a few generations the African warrior will be known for prowess with sword and hand-to-hand combat, as well as intelligence in battle. Cosby is creating African-Americans who hybridize the best of Vikings and Mongols in their fighting ability.

African-American youth are taught a different philosophy in school from what they previously learned. The individual, they are told, is part of a larger family called the African-American nation, and the individual feels most alive when working for the community in some challenging task beyond their comfortable ability. “Stretch yourself and reach higher than you know you can go,” says Cosby. “And you’ll get there eventually, or die trying and be a hero.”

A thousand years pass.

What steps out of the future to our stunned eyes is an African Superman. Tall in stature, highly intelligent and both warlike and capable of great compassion, this creature represents the highest powers of all humanity. With an average IQ of 140, athletic build and no congenital disease, as well as a world-renowned noble countenance that dispenses good to the good and death to the evil, the African Superman is a wonder to behold.

And in the meantime, what happened to the rest of the world?

Asia, eager to cash in on Western technology, grew so fast that she became awash in people. While they were glad to receive $2/hr from Western companies, this worked, but as soon as technology and wealth spread, Asia was wracked by ideological, religious, ethnic and class warfare, ending in the creation of a pacifying democracy that gave each citizen enough money to care about nothing. Then the economies collapsed and Asia regressed into the third world yet again.

The white people from North America to Northern Europe felt the grip of panic as their own nations collapsed from within in the middle 2000s. At war with terrorists everywhere, they were divided so much internally that soon no consensus could be reached, and their governments spend themselves into bankruptcy trying to please enough special interest groups to stay in power. In the midst of this chaos, a new leader emerged: a White Nationalist named Glenn Covington who preached a starkly divisive ideology.

Covington knew he needed many people behind him, so he became all-accepting. If you were white, you were in his movement, and by golly he’d smite anyone who came in your way. Covington’s National Christian White People’s Front (NCWPF) crushed its enemies and clawed its way to power, and quickly removed enough industries — pornography, drugs, gambling, luxury products — to restore economic power. Covington created a meta-state for white people worldwide with the intent of increasing numbers and waging racial warfare.

Of course, he did not change society or government much. Elections were abolished, but he only had so many cronies he could appoint and so government was always short-staffed. He accepted every single white person however and made sure money went to them for the breeding of new millions of whites. When a country was flagging in whites, he imported them from another white nation, usually in overpopulated zones like Eastern Europe or Ireland.

While he did greatly increase the number of whites and their military strength, his government remained a capitalist one. Money was the motivating force for most people, as was being recognized for their contributions to the Great White Struggle (sometimes called “Moby-Dick” by cynics). People were still basically selfish. They acted first for their own glory or wealth, including public recognition, and only after that did anything for the good of the nation as a whole.

Consequently, after the thousand years have passed, the average white in Covington’s meta-state is of average IQ 102 points, of average build and not generally athletically competent, and is motivated solely by him or herself and “getting ahead.” White society — while full of clever people and technologies — cannot unite, and therefore embarks on a series of disastrous foreign wars before its government, manipulated from within by oligarchies of the wealthy, disintegrates and lets it fall into a third world state.

In the meantime, Cosby’s African Supermen forge ahead in art, war and wisdom. They rediscover the philosophy of the Greeks and Arabs and Chinese and push these to new heights of interpretation, as well as inventing new technologies. As this millennium closes, every ethnic group but the African Supermen are in complete decline and eventually, out of compassion, are enslaved by the Supermen so the slaves have something to eat since by themselves they will starve.

A new era has come.

Winner Takes it All

Tuesday, May 2nd, 2006

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Since the dawn of Socialism and its ultra-centralized variant, Communism, people have inventively generated a stream of objections: it won’t work because it removes competition, it deprives us of individual souls, it’s atheistic, it oppresses us and takes away our freedom. All of these are completely wrong once one realizes that Communism and Socialism do not necessarily indicate Stalinism, which is less a political system than the megalomania of rulers in a country where the 94-IQ underclass overbred, blamed its 140-IQ rulers, and after killing them plunged itself into an orgy of cannibalization.

Eastern Europe is not unique in the history of Western cultures except that it persists by sheer numbers, in part because of the withdrawl of Western European powers after the disasters of colonial times. According to Coon’s Races of Europe, Slavs were originally a hybrid of corded Nordic, Dinaric and Southern European sources, but at the same time Mongols surged across the plains of Russia, somehow became the modern shorter, simpler, cruder variant. Dare we posit a bit of interbreeding with the conquerors? Indeed, the Slavic nations fell the hardest before the Mongols, and Western Europe never forgave them, because the reason for their downfall was individual selfishness to the degree that they could not even unite against a common oppressor.

When Western powers encountered Eastern European nations after that time, they found a pattern repeated through the third world and the threshold to it: a small, wealthy, intelligent and cultured ruling class outnumbered drastically by impoverished, ignorant, resentful laborers. Mexico has the same situation, with social strata composed of a Spanish upper class, a mestizo middle and lower class, and outcaste Negroid Mexicans used basically to cushion the fall of heavy equipment. Stalin, rising out of this mess, observed that he was surrounded by blind ignorant people whose desire could be used against them, much like Judo master shifts the momentum of his opponent to engineer a hard fall. Like an Andrew Carnegie of the East, Stalin seized power “by any means necessary” and ruled the state for himself and his cronies. While his killings dwarfed those of Hitler and Pol Pot combined, he is ignored by leftist academics because they view him as an argument against Communism. He isn’t. Communism for Stalin was like all things, a means to an end.

Initially, Communism had some good ideas. Instead of a society where whatever made money was assumed to be the correct path, Communists reasoned, a design had to be created which provided for the people. This design would be imposed upon them and money would be made to serve it, instead of the tail-wags-dog arrangement that persisted previously. This arrangement, like all forms of socialism, teeters precariously above the welfare state, in that to bureaucrats it’s often hard to distinguish between the deserving worker and a parasite, and over time, they come to support parasites. Indeed, the Soviet Union supported many parasites, especially at its highest levels of power, but much of this can be explained by the peasant background of most Soviets: out of their league in modern society, they did what enhanced their own prestige and let the system they did not understand fall into ruin through inaction at important points. Still, this is less an argument against Communism than an indictment of the class war that brought it about in Russia (and exported it to a number of Eastern European and Baltic states, devastating all of them in sequence).

The best argument against Communism is a simple one: it does not support “winner take all” economics. “To each according to need” is a tempting philosophy, in that it implies we take care of everyone and thus make a society sans conflict, but it does not take into account one vital component — time. If we have one night to camp out in the forest, giving everyone food according to need makes sense. If we must set up a camp for years or decades? Winner takes all makes the most sense — because those who are able to achieve more than others will, with whatever excess wealth they are given, apply it toward bettering other areas of life. If someone has distinguished herself by rising above others to create a better way of doing some task or another, it’s likely that this person has more to offer and if given power, will continue the process of innovation. That is winner takes all. More than “competition” or “freedom,” this determines the health of a nation, since it allows true parallelism: each person represents (much as in a modern computer operating system) one thread of computational energy tackling a problem, and each thread takes a slightly different angle of approach, with those that succeed out-pacing others and eventually, being emulated for having a superior method.

Interestingly, this method is common across all disciplines — in natural selection, the eagle with the best hunting skills produces more young; in science, the most perceptive discipline is quickly adopted across the board; in art, the celebrated artist of the last generation becomes the starting point for the next. “Winner takes all” systems are superior to any other kind. Does this mean an endorsement for capitalism? Hell, no. Capitalism, like all consequentialist systems, rewards perception and not reality. Utilitarianism — the governmental extension of consequentialism — states “The greatest good for the greatest number,” but what is un-stated in this equation is that “greatest good” is determined by the perceptions of the “greatest number.” In a utilitarian system, a population sated by bread and circuses is better off than one in which 25% of the people recognize it has superior art, learning, organization, health care, etc. In capitalist societies, as in Stalinist Russia, the actual decisions are cast to a survey of the peasant proles, who inevitably cannot see through sociopathic manipulators like Stalin and thus time after time promote people of his ilk, then blame others for their slavery at his hands. Proles, peasants, simple workers of the world… these decisions are beyond you. In fact, they’re beyond the middle class as well. You need philosopher-kings to make complicated decisions, because like chess masters, they’re always seeing hundreds of moves into the future.

Communism and capitalism thus share a common failure: they pay attention to society as it is right now, without realizing that past and future form a continuum with the present. We can divide up what we have, either according to need or as in capitalism, according to popularity delivered through public perception of “happiness” and “pleasure,” but when we try doing that day after day and year after year, what we do is empower the impoverished to select the most rapacious and criminal leaders. The United States is now discovering this through its last two presidents; Clinton was as incompetent and criminal as Bush, but he believed far less in his own crusade, so quickly avoided anything with a chance of unpopularity, including wars. Bush, being part of a cult of his own ego (as mystical leader and benevolent giver, the “decider”) foolishly assumes that the proles are going to stick with him through the war they egged him on to undertake (note: anti-war movements always swell exponentially after the start of war, not after it becomes clear that war is going to occur). Clinton had no such illusions. He knew his job was to keep happy feelings afloat in the population, and damn any consequences after his term (historians of the future will note that Clinton’s reckless encouragement of an artificially-inflated internet economy doomed the nation to a following decade of mild depression, a move as disastrous as Bush’s war spending if not more). Our presidents are manipulators, and in that, they have more in common with Stalin than the starry-eyed founders of America.

“Winner takes all” can only occur when the game is defined so as to pick the best, not the most vicious (Stalin) or most popular (USA). Popularity is a fickle thing, because it is based on the assumption that promises become true and personal “happiness” is equated to a fulfilling life; a truly popular leader will never make his people eat their spinach, because he agrees with them that it doesn’t taste as good as ice cream, even if a diet of ice cream will wreck their health. He might, like Clinton, promise the underclass revenge against the upperclass through civil rights legislation; he might, like Stalin, promise the underclass revenge against the upper classes through violence and dogma. Either way, his goal is to manipulate appearance and not reality, and thus he leaves a ticking timebomb of an illusory nation. As America collapses into its lack of commonality — no longer are there common values, common culture, common heritage or even any agreement on what constitutes “success” as a nation; there is however worship for raw power and money, but true power and wealth are regenerative things, not beheld only in this moment but in all moments uniting past and future — we should remember that our error here as in Russia was to empower people who cannot make decisions to make them, and thus to allow ourselves to become infested with manipulative parasites who easily control appearance but have no ability to shape reality.

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