I can do you one better

Today, I’m going to talk about something that lies at the root of much of the evils of the world : one-upmanship, otherwise known as social competition.

The most familiar form of this is “keeping up with the Joneses”. The Joneses get air conditioning, and suddenly everyone wants to hang out at their place. This burns you up, so you get a bigger, better air conditioner. They respond by getting a pool. And so forth and so on.

In that form, while it might lead to people living beyond their means and wracking up a lot of needless debt, it is still relatively benign. But change the variables a bit, and the sinister possibilities become clear.

Say you’re an imam in a Taliban-dominated area. Your biggest rival, the imam that really pisses you off with all his fancy talk and putting on airs, announces that the latest suicide bomber to take out a group of foreign infidels in their smug UN uniforms was one of his disciples. Clearly, this means everyone thinks it’s HIS disciples who are the most devout, and of course, that means that HE, the person you despise the most in the world, is the best imam.

Obviously, this cannot be allowed to stand, and you immediately go back to your mosque and deliver an impassioned speech about the vile and filthy infidels besmirching the lands of Allah and how the only path to true virtue is to wipe them off the face of the Earth, no matter what the cost.

You’ll show that smug prick who’s the better imam. You’ll recruit TWO suicide bombers.

Or take the Cold War. Say you’re high up in the military of the United States during the Cold War. You have just told the President that, due to your patriotic diligence and selfless self-sacrifices, the United States has enough nuclear weaponry to destroy the entire world. And it makes you feel happy, proud, and erect to imagine all that destructive power at your… er, that is, the United States disposal. Finally, you will be able to show those dirty rotten Red bastards who is really the strongest nation, especially that smug Commie prick that is your opposite number. You can’t wait to see the look on his face when he find out just how royally screwed he is.

Then some peckerhead from Intelligence comes in and tells you that the Soviets now have enough nuclear weapons to destroy the entire world twice.

That socialist son of a bitch has one-upped you! Time to get on the phone to the President and explain to him how very, very inadequate the nation’s defenses still are, and how important it is to push for further expansion of the nation’s nuclear capacities, lest the Soviets gain a strategic advantage.

I could go on and on. Much evil has been done in the name of spite and jealousy and the desire to push a rival’s face into the dirt, and then sold as patriotism, being tough on crime, or truly dedicated to the highest ideals.

This social competition is an inevitable part of human society. It is bred into us. Social competition is how hierarchies are created. A wolf fights other wolves, starting low in the pecking order and moving their way up, until they lose. Then, that becomes their place in the hierarchy – one step below the wolf that beat him, but above all the ones he beat.

The one who beats everyone gets to be alpha.

But acknowledging something as inevitable and letting it run rampant are two entirely different things.

The most deadly expression of social competition is extremism. Extremism is more than a set of beliefs. It is a process by which people adopt more and more extreme positions in order to one-up one another in their fight for social dominance.

It always starts the same way : one person makes a play for social dominance by, in one way or another, claiming to be more “dedicated” (or devout, or committed, or whatever) because their positions are more ideologically pure than the current social leader’s. If the people of the social group, be it a student run animal rights organization or Congress, reject this ploy, then the cause of reason, restraint, and sanity lives another day.

But if they accept it and begin paying more attention to what the extremist has to say, the social group has contracted extremism and the prognosis is not good. Reason dies, and the sensible people might as well pack up and go home.

Because now it’s going to be about who can adopt an even more extreme position which is even more “pure”, and it won’t take long that, purely because two or more people are vying for social dominance, the positions adopted by the group are patently insane.

Because the thing is, extremism is easier to understand and more emotionally compelling than moderation. People believe X to be good and Y to be bad. The easiest thing in the world is to gravitate towards the person whose positions are the most X and the least Y. Whether or not any of it is a good idea takes self-restraint and second thought and all those other boring things that are no fun at all.

Nowhere is this more evident than the radical senescence of conservatism in the world’s democracies, especially the one south of the border. The “more conservative” candidate wins the primary (or what have you) and so all the competitors must try to out-do one another in unadulterated lunacy and any proponent of moderation, cooperation, or sanity is ruthlessly crushed as being “not conservative enough” or worse, “not a real conservative”.

The only solution, as I see it, is to educate people to recognize extremism as it forms, and give them the tools to defuse it. Teach people that there is no good thing that can’t be turned bad by taking it too far, and give them social permission to stand up and say “No, that’s not better, it’s just crazy”.

Or better yet, get them saying “No thanks, we’re sticking with sanity. ”

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.

This fucking night

Seriously. This fucking night. Holy shit.

I knew tonight would be the final Jon Stewart episode of the Daily Show. I have tried to prepare myself for that, but there’s only so much you can do. Mostly, I have just been dreading it. The sort of dull, cold, helpless dread that comes from knowing something bad is coming and that you can’t do a damn thing about it.

I’ve thought of some really horrifying metaphors for that (because I cannot, for reals, help myself) but I am not going to share them because I like you people and think you should be able to sleep at night.

I know that, once I watch that last episode, I will begin grieving. Yes, grieving. We associate that word with death, but we grieve any kind of loss, whether it’s a loved one dying or the removal of someone from the place where you know them and love them and see them hundreds of times a year.

They say that grief is like losing a part of yourself, and I feel like Jon Stewart became a part of me and every other Daily Show fan. He was the magical man who could take horrible things said by horrible people for horrible reasons and turn them into laughter. That’s why the Daily Show became the most trusted news source for people with functional brains. You got the poison and the antidote in one dose. With Jon Stewart’s help, the news was far more digestible because the Daily Show filtered out the worst of it and helped you with the rest.

What I am saying is that Jon Stewart was America’s kidney.

And the things is, I know that the show will still be funny. It will have the same correspondents, the same writers, the same producers. I know that a lot of Stewart’s glow is from the light of others.

But not all of it. It’s you we love, Jon. And it’s you we’ll miss. I know that makes you uncomfortable, but it’s still true.

That’s why everyone is acting like you are dying tonight. We all know that the man we know as Jon Stewart isn’t dying.

But The Daily Show With Jon Stewart is dying, and that is going to take a long time to get over.

Honestly, I feel really bad for Trevor Noah. He’s going to experience the ultimate form of having to follow the headliner.

You know what? Let’s move on to something marginally less depressing : Canadian politics.

I learned today that the first national debate leading up to the October election here in Canuckistan. We have been ruled by the monster Stephen Harper for around eight years now, and he is someone for whom there is not enough hate in the Universe to express my degree of loathing for him. He has spent all his time as PM dismantling everything Canadians hold dear, fulfilling every twisted dream of the moral cripples who call themselves Conservatives these days, and Canadians, being the polite and reserved people that we are, have been quietly waiting for the chance to boot his ass into a decaying orbit.

Canada would be greatly improved by his assassination. Even at this late date.

However, take heart, gentle reader. His poll numbers are so low they have had to add a new sub-basement to store them. Canadians are sick and fucking tired of him. I bet you could go to a thousand Tim Hortons’ and still be unable to find anyone who will admit to having voted for him. The fix is in as far as he is concerned, a fact which I dearly hope his enormous fucking ego will hide from him until it is far, far too late.

Right now, the battle is between the Liberals, who are Canadians center-left party, and the New Democratic Party, otherwise knows as the NDP. To me, there is no fight. It is not a center-right era. Justin Trudeau (son of great PM Pierre Trudeau and leader of the Liberals) can’t hope to match NDP leader Tom Muclair’s ability to translate the people’s anger towards not just Harper but the financial establishment, the 0.1 percent, and plutocracy in general. The Liberal party is just as in bed with the corporate elite as the Conservatives. They are tainted, compromised, and just plain unacceptable to any real left-wing Canadian.

People are just plain angry, and there is no way the Let’s Be Reasonable And Talk About This party can compete.

Oh well, at least our cousins to the South are providing some light entertainment tonight with their own hilarious brand of politics. Tonight is also the night of their first Republican political debate for their election in November… of 2016!

And it will be, of course, a thigh-slapping clown car demolition derby. It will be a debate with ten, count’m, ten participants… and that leaves seven genuine presidential candidates out!

I love it already. I mean, how the hell do you have a ten person debate? No matter how rational and fair a system they have worked out, it’s already merry chaos.

And of course, they will all be gunning for the frontrunner, Donald Freaking Trump. And the thing is, they can’t get him. Not only is the man’s ego bigger than his fortune, his supporters are not listening. They, like him, don’t listen, don’t care what anyone says, and all the challenges to his character, his experience, his policies, and his qualifications won’t make the slightest bit of difference to them.

They will only make him seem more alpha as they roll off his back.

I am also hoping that they start sniping at each other. Less of a chance of that, because they do have a single enemy, so to speak, but at least some of smaller dogs on stage are going to want to take down Jeb Bush, the… secondrunner? middlerunner? The secnd guy in the polls, too.

And seeing as these people are, to a man, despicable, nothing but good can come of them doing their best to destroy one another, and, as a byproduct, the Republican brand.

Let’s just sit back, munch some popcorn, and hope for a very high casualty rate, shall we?

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.