Ponder where we are at. Most people who want to stay connected with a mutable horde–which is to say, most people on both coasts, most college students, most people who fit in to big cities, most employees of tech companies and journalistic enterprises of all sorts–have to be very careful what they say. You can’t be too spontaneous. You have to measure everything. At least, if you retain any capacity to go outside lines which keep moving.
This is the thing: I think people don’t just self censor. They don’t just bite their tongues. I think the core demand being made is that people limit their emotionality itself. You have to reject truly grand passions, truly deep feelings. For it, you substitute a vapid sentimentality, of the sort I described when speaking of the boy who called himself a “kind soul”. This was his morality: looking down his nose at me, in pursuit of a nonsensical aim pursued incompetently.
If you can’t hate, you can’t love. If you can’t love, what is the point of life? Small wonder we are having an epidemic of drug mediated suicides, as well as regular suicides. Really, if you think about it, all the deaths from drugs and alcohol should be added to suicide statistics. None of these people were under any illusion about what they were doing.
To attempt to create a world truly devoid of hate, everything has to be made so plastic, so sterile, so superficial, that you wonder what COULD be left that will worth more than a steaming pile of dogshit. Peace? Peace for what? Peace to eat ice cream with plastic spoons while watching vapid comedies, and spending your week moving numbers and creating letters in various forms on a computer screen?
There is no depth whatever in the “anti-hate” movement, as we might broadly call the Left.
And, obviously, as I have discussed ad nauseum, the Left is not even tolerant. It does not reject hate. But here is the thing: people who have loved, knew they loved. They can remember it. If those people then hate, they know they hate. They know who and what they hate and why they hate it. There is no confusion, no emotional subterfuge, no lies.
This is not true of the demonic children we are breeding on college campuses. They use words like Love and Peace. They hug each other, they are glad to see each other, they say “that’s cool” to each other.
But if you do no more than dangle an appropriate–conditioned, to be clear, with operant conditioning being a key element in successful propaganda–and that facade disappears, and the fangs appear. But even then, they don’t call it hate. They call it a love of justice. They call it defending the oppressed (who exist, in theory at least, somewhere, and who need to be defended always and everywhere rhetorically). They call it being “kind souls”.
Nothing further from honest emotional intelligence could be imagined.
We–humankind–have a choice: do we pursue easy and wrong, simplistic, childish, and ultimately cruel and authoritarian ideals, or do we choose the harder, better path of emotional growth, maturation, honest dialogue, Liberal reconciliation and negotiation of true difference, and continuing freedom?
“Freedom is the first step to curiosity and knowledge”. Gibbon.