It will feel GREAT for those involved. They get to feel like they did something. They can slap each other on the back. But it is a fundamentally solipsistic enterprise. They are not changing any minds at any level of our body politic. In fact, most of us who voted for Trump are sick and tired of their loser bullshit. We wish they would keep their fucking word, accept that they lost an election they would have won if they had any useful fucking ideas at all, and stop pretending that the entire political world does and should revolve around their patent childishness, ignorance, intolerance, violence, and narcissistic pouting.
We survived Obama
Clearly, he politicized our government, with the clear intention of handing it to Hillary to finish the task. Many government agencies did patently illegal things intended almost entirely to help ensure Democrat victories illicitly, without appeal to ideas, or recognizable benefits to anyone they were asking to vote for them.
It is quite possible government agencies were involved in assassinations domestically. Certainly, this has been claimed for people like Andrew Breitbart, Michael Hastings, and even Tom Clancy. I continue to wonder the connection between John Podesta talking about “wet work” and Antonin Scalia’s odd death three days later. Perhaps Trump can provide the cover for an honest investigation into all these.
I continue to believe there was a massive coverup at Sandy Hook, and quite possibly no shooting at all. Experts who have looked at it continue to say it was the most screwed up and incomprehensible thing they have ever seen, and the FBI officially did not recognize ANY deaths there. That single data point should raise the eyebrows of any intelligent person.
I could go on, but all this is now in the rear view mirror. There is much that can, should, and hopefully WILL be investigated now that we will have an Attorney General who considers the laws more important than partisan politics. And in any event, enforcing the laws will likely prove highly partisan for the simple reason that the Democrats seem to have gotten in the habit of breaking any and all of the laws that they find inconvenient, at all levels of the government. No doubt there are guilty Republicans, but clearly much of the swamp exists to further the agenda of the Deep Government, which has always leaned (D).
And I have not forgotten the claims made by Eric Prince that Anthony Weiner’s laptop contained a vast trove of horrible material implicating much of our government. Perhaps Trump will see fit, if it is there, to use it as a weapon, but my sincere hope is that if crimes have been committed, that he will do the right thing and arrest and prosecute the offenders.
I think part of my odd mood too is that after many years of anxiety, I’m going to have an interesting time learning to process the idea of having someone in our highest office who is both honest and competent. Such, at any rate, is the reasonable hope of many of us.
Feeling dissociated
A few days ago I was getting my oil changed, and the main guy was actually pretty genuinely friendly, which is rare for those places, which do a lot of the fake peppiness, and I was just sitting there, and I was feeling odd. He noticed it and asked if I was OK, and I said sure I’m fine.
But what I now realize is that I was being openly dissociated in public. Normally I hide. I know how to be social, how to make small talk, how to make jokes. I can talk with nearly anybody about nearly anything. I have a lot of practice with this.
Sometimes–some weeks in the past, frequently–I use anger to separate myself. All the yelling and upselling (which is actually a good idea where maintenance is concerned) gets on my nerves. It’s insulting when I have to put my keys in a can, or be “escorted” to the bathroom as if somehow their capacity to navigate that 20′ is superior to mine. It’s lawsuit-avoiding corporate America at its worst.
But that day, I was just sitting there naked: openly a man apart. I paid my bill, headed off, and worked a hard week, mostly by myself.
What I am realizing though is that emotionality is a way of avoiding a core sense of disconnection, one which I feel runs strongly through American life. I feel most Americans feel disconnected from the streams of HONEST emotional life, of honest emotional connection, and that most of them don’t even know it.
Anger, of course, is a common reaction to an inner sense of disconnection.
I was pondering the Headless Ones, the fascists, the authoritarian mobs, and it occurs to me that the sort of fascism on display on college campuses–most recently at the University of Washington, where Milo was speaking–is really a way of building mass social connection based upon anger and fear, which is to say based upon the limbic system. If everyone is feeling the same thing as you, at the same time, in response to the same stimulus, then you are PART of something, aren’t you? Nothing good is ever built on anger and fear, but that is not the point of the exercise: the point is to exorcise anomie, alienation, as many have pointed out in commenting on the authoritarian ethos.
Some commentators as well have claimed to see sexual repression behind fascism, with the obvious counter-fascist prescription being more sex. And of course the Headless Ones are hyper-sexualized. Sex and sexual orientation is almost all they seem to talk about sometimes. But for all that, it seems to me the amount of SATISFACTION they get from sex is quite low. Theirs is a low trust culture. They must be constantly ready and willing both to change everything they said they believed, AND to denounce and distance themselves from anyone who proves a heretic and must be burned.
Simply having sex–even weird, deviant sex–is not satisfying at a deep level. There has to be connection, openness, intimacy, emotional risk, and I feel all these things are quite impossible in conditions of chronic emotional arousal, of chronic anger, and chronic fear, especially the fear of social isolation and banishment.
So I think even a modern Wilhelm Reich could look at the campus Brown Shirts and see and recognize a clear affinity between their mass emotional gestalt, and that of the Nazis. Plainly, all of them are willing to countenance mass violence against people whose only crime is ideological difference. These street demonstrations are merely the best they can do. They would much rather lock people up, banish them, beat them or kill them.
I read that the Seattle Police took pipes, sticks with spikes on them, sharpened sticks and the like from the demonstrators there, who seem to have literally intended murder. One person was in fact shot. Last I read it was unclear who shot who why.
It is certain though that the Left has developed and deployed their own Sturmabteilung, for the same reasons the Nazis did. They are capable of murder. Thank God they don’t have Hillary in the White House giving them cover. Quite the contrary.
I continue to believe though that Trump can pressure these major universities–all of which get a lot of money from the “Federal Government” (which is to say money first taken from the people of America, then given back to them in ways the people running the government see fit)–to protect on their own nickel dissident speakers, arrest violent protesters, expel any students caught in acts of violence, and fire or retire anyone preaching anything but a Constitutional Republic in America.
The hangover
This is a bit like saying “every time I say racist we do a shot”. Inebriation–moral incoherence, political incoherence, confusion, getting lost–has been the result.
These children in the streets want to keep drinking. They want to continue to pretend the party can last forever, that deficits have no consequences, that policies can be imposed which can be paid for by gold farting unicorns.
Any time you stop drinking, the world slowly gets greyer and uglier. But if that is what you see, that is what it was to begin with. The task is to build an ACTUALLY better world, rather than a fucking pipe dream that will explode with time, by which time you plan to be dead or in charge.
And ponder too how disproportionate the outrage to Trump’s pussy grabbing comment was. We have allowed some 40,000 Libyans to be killed in a completely pointless civil war. ISIS has murdered thousands in often horrific ways, all so Obama and Kerry could pursue a nonsensical goal of “regime change” in Syria, which most likely would have led to much more mass death.
All of these people had lives, families, hopes, dreams, homes, jobs: all destroyed, by Obama’s evil policy.
And for Trump’s part, you know what most likely followed any pussy grabbing he did? Sex. Really good sex. The assumption is made that he grabbed women who were noncompliant, women who hated him, like these lunatics do in the streets of America. No: IF he did what he said he did–and the more I think about it, Trump is one of the most impulsively honest politicians in American history, which is an asset in my view–then he did it with women who idolized him and wanted him sexually. It was a form of foreplay, nothing more.
And none of the women who briefly appeared and then rapidly disappeared after the leak of that tape were credible. Trump is a playboy. That is the word. He always has been, and has never been shy about admitting it. He has seduced many women, some through blunt touch, and most of whom likely welcomed it.
Mass murder versus compulsive seduction. Obviously, any reasoning mind has to find the latter much more objectionable, right?
Hitlerianism and losing big
Is it fascist for someone in the Rust Belt who has been out of work a long time to want a job? Is it fascist to want people guilty of rape and murder who are here illegally to be deported, or at least JAILED? Is it fascist to want good trade deals? Is it fascist to want to improve the schools in our inner cities?
Words have lost their meaning. A large segment of our population has lost the ability to use the English language–or any other language–to engage in dialogue.
I will be honest: I don’t have any good ideas on how to fix lunacy like that. I am usually an idea man, but this is literally a form of cognitive psychosis. It can’t be medicated, and for now at least it cannot be reasoned with.
Personally, I am wanting to see mass arrests and some head knocking by the cops. It’s not a solution, but it is at least not allowing the problem to fester in the open; and as a general principle of government people who are unwilling to engage in honest discussion can only be managed through fear. Discussion is what we want. It would be what we would want with the Islamists, too.
But if they won’t go there, the next step down the ladder is effective counter-violence. Take violence off the table and perhaps some will recover their senses and begin acting like social human beings again. Don’t bet on it, but one can hope.
Object relations
What then leads to the feeling? Well, you can use psychodynamic history to EXPLAIN it, but given that this feelings is recreated consistently within your soma, within your self as embodied physically, sooner or later you have to find what I might term the “existential” component.
Within what I am finding a useful heuristic–SIFT–underlying the feeling is a static image. It might be you reaching for your mother and her turning away. It might be a parent looking at you in anger. It might be your father leaving the home for good when you were 4. And of course there might be many discrete images, but my instincts tell me for most people one or two suffice.
I have in the past called these “Rosebud” moments. They are mythic, life defining moments which might IMMEDIATELY fade into the dark recesses of the psyche, but which never, ever leave. Rosebud was the last thing Well’s Kane thought about. He had a life of power, fame, success, experience, but he lost his connection with his core self. Everything else was a poor substitution for it.
This is a common story, I feel. Most of us are lost, and don’t know we are lost. Most of us are dreaming, as Gurdjieff said, and not just with regard to “spiritual” things. Most of us are profoundly stupid. We pick up this and that, from the fragments of our culture, and try to keep in step with everyone else, and hope no one notices. Meanwhile, everyone else is doing the same thing. And the more lost people feel, the more instantaneous and complete the corrections. You see schools of people, flipping on a dime, like fish, like birds, and with regard to ostensibly serious notions like love, justice, fairness.
Sometimes someone comes along who is even stupider than the rest, such that he or she is utterly convinced his or her mania is innately correct. Such people can become very popular in times of mass confusion. By design, our system discourages the emergence of such people, and was intended to greatly mute their potential power, no matter where they wound up. Our system, of course, has been corrupted, as all great things are by time and use.
But returning to the topic, with time, patience, openness, and kind probing–and allowing, which is very important–something may emerge. It might initially be tainted with the presence of another person. I think for most it likely is. Certainly, for me it was. But over time it purifies, and you get the image with the sensations. I do think this is a twofold pairing: feeling/thought, image/sensation.
For me the image/sensation is one of having something taken from me the moment I either reach for it, or depend on it. This morning I had the image of a woman I know and am currently attracted to laying next to me. The moment I grew comfortable in her presence, she disappeared. And in a more pure form, I can place anything on a table, in a spot called the Disappearing Spot, and the moment I lean in–this is the sensation–it is taken from me. The sensations are a leaning in and sudden leaning out in surprise, a tension in my solar plexus, a bit of dizziness in my head–let’s call it vertigo, and the sudden blankness of dissociation (which does have a feeling tone).
If I pull myself back out of dissociation, the feeling is one of profound and utterly unassailable solitude. I am alone in the universe. Nothing out there, no one out there, can ever be real for me. It is maddening. I live in an illusory world.
Does this sound like something a Sartre, or perhaps a Charles Schultz in his analogy of Charlie Brown and the football, might have described? This is not a unique problem. What is unique is that I have gotten there in a fairly pure form. Most people disguise this–and if I might put a term on it which I have used before, this Developmental Trauma–in ways we simply call “life”. Every craziness has a reason. Every form of insanity has a logic. No one is fully insane. There is a spark in all of us.
And I want to be clear that this is progress. This is not where you STOP. Jesus, no. Having gotten to this image/sensation, I am going to go into it as consciously and regularly as I can. I can use my brain, my thinking, my learning and study, to realize that this feeling–which manifests broadly as what could perhaps most usefully be called shame, even if this is not an exhaustive word for a mutable and complex emergence–can be allowed to dissolve.
I really like my Mobility Meditation, which is really a modified form of Kum Nye. It is underplayed, and apparently underpracticed, but Tarthang Tulku obviously saw all this in the 1970’s when he wrote the first books. Massage is actually taught before movement, and I now see why.
The way he teaches it, though, is subtle, mostly, although he does have very strong belly massage. But in my own case the disconnection is so powerful, the underlying patterns so strong, that I need REALLY strong activation and elicitation, so my foam rollers, lacrosse balls and other tools work better for me at the moment.
I like to burn incense, traditional incense, where you have a brazier, put a charcoal piece on there which you have lit, then put the actual resins on there. I have Dragon’s Blood, a Kashmir Mix, a Celtic mix, frankincense, and actual Sandalwood shavings. You can fill the room with smoke from the ceiling to 4′ or so off the floor. It is mood altering, and good for this work. I have to temporarily unplug the smoke detector of course.
And I put on evocative music. I like Bach. Sometimes Vangelis. Sometimes Steven Halpern.
One last point: for most of us, heroes represent an image/sensation combination that creates a moving-towards for a free system, for a liberated psyche. We see that person, and imagine how it must feel to be them.
All of humanity’s problems can be solved. All of them.
Leftism is inherently an impulse for total control. It might start out rhetorically mild, but the core knows that some of their ideas will not be popular, and that some people will resist. To correct this “problem”, they use force. The force, in turn, creates a further reaction.
Every turn of the screw creates more objections, more protest, and more repression.
What Leftists CANNOT accept is sustained peace and prosperity untainted by government control. They need war, economic disasters, mass unemployment, crime in the streets.
This is why systemic problems of the real, versus imagined, sort, cannot and will not EVER be solved by anyone obsessed with dreams of turning society into an operational machine they control. France has to have mass unemployment and crime. The United States has to have its ghettos.
Black Lives Matter could quite easily be viewed not as a means of correcting problems, but of preventing their correction. It acts to prevent rational dialogue about the REAL problems in black communities. It acts to damage relations between police and those they are supposed to protect, which creates an even higher crime rate, and further following reliance on elitist Democrats to “save” them.
The people we need in our highest offices are not people who are trying to save the world. We need people who view peace and prosperity as normal, as the proper way for things to be, and deviations from the norm real problems requiring sound solutions that work consistently, efficiently, and quickly. We have not had such people in enough high places for a very long time. I would estimate at least since the 1950’s, and a better guess would be the 1920’s. And absent the Fed and fractional reserve banking, the Crash of 1929 never would have happened. Hitler never would have come to power, and no second World War would ever have been fought.
Disgusting
Read this if you have a strong stomach, i.e. if you are not an Obama loving piece of shit and actually retain a capacity for revulsion in the face of real crimes.
Here is the only point I will make: Obama, Hillary, and John Kerry CREATED this group which commits these horrific, unimaginable crimes. They did so to pursue Saudi interests, as far as I can tell. All three are in my view guilty of contributing to mass murder and cruelty unimaginable to the fashionable children in this benighted nation who think mere words can hurt.
Prosecutions
But for most crimes the statute of limitations is 7 years. That means most of the crimes in BOTH terms can still be prosecuted. And SHOULD be.
James O’Keefe
Be that as it may, one very important element of the election I have seen ZERO commentary on was the O’Keefe sting videos. Obviously the media buried them, but they had the seemingly very important outcome of forcing the firing or resignations of the core of Hillarys dirty tricks team (does that make anyone else think of Nixons plumbers, but worse?).
One of them went so far as to tweet that she lost the election when she got rid of him. That may not have been hyperbole. Plainly much cheating happened anyway, and in the close States just a bit more cheating might have turned the tide.
Hillary ran a terrible csmpsign, was a terrible candidate, and had less charisma than Nixon. She deserved to lose and was only made competitive by relentless and aggressive propaganda, a dumbed down electorate, and LARGE piles of cash given on a quid pro quo basis. This is the truth.
Edit: as I think about it, the likeliest reason Hillary parted company with folks who had s long history of success is SHE DIDNT THINK SHE NEEDED THEM. By all accounts, she and her staff seem to have conflated polls they should have known wee skewed with reality.
I’m reminded of Faith Hill and the Grammies, but with a lot more profanity and drinking in Hillarys case. I hope she doesn’t have s dog.
She’s not really the dog type is she? I’m thinking more like piranhas and barracudas she can feed chum to every time she gets pissed.