Alright, let’s see if I’ve got any goddamned words in me today.
I have been really thinking about turning myself into the most badass alpha left wing pundit ever. The ultimate balls-out, no-apologies, in your face liberal the world has ever seen. The kind of person to send all those right wing pussies running.
I am so sick of all their candy-assed bullshit. Left wing wimpiness has let these subhuman cretins grow and flourish like goddamned roachs and it’s high time someone put the boots to them and remind them what fear of God really looks like.
And unlike most American liberals, I am not afraid to be openly aggressive. I don’t give a fuck what other liberals think of me. In fact, I am pretty sure that if I could pull this off and actually shove my way into the pundit-sphere, a lot of liberals will push back at me because they are scared of my aggressive stance and don’t want to be associated with someone so, well, “not nice”.
Suits me fine. I will take on the whole world if I have to. There will be enough liberals with balls/ovaries who will hear my rallying cry and think “Finally!” and rush to my side to be my New Liberalism Army.
One of my main messages will be that you don’t have to choose between evil and cowardice any more. There is a third option.
Left wing politics meets right wing tactics. I intend to copy every single one of their dirty tricks and tactics, and with perfect fidelity, down to the very last decimal point.
That way I can feed their own evil back to them and make them fucking choke on it. Go ahead, object to my methods. Take on that level of cognitive dissonance as your feeble fucking minds try to maintain faith in people who do exactly what I do while also condemning it in me.
In fact, a major part of my strategy will be to maximize cognitive dissonance in my opponents. I want them to suffer as much as possible for their complicity and moral corruption. I want to drive them to the edge of madness for their crimes.
In essence, I want to make it as painful as possible for them to keep being evil.
And the aggressive stance is part of that. They are used to following the aggressive males on the right. It fits with their reptile brain outlook of the world. Me follow strong man so me feel safe!
But i will be sending out those exact same signals. So now what?
Guess they will just have to learn to THINK FOR THEMSELVES.
I will further confuse them by calling public liberals on their wimpiness and their implicit complicity in the degradation of the body public via their total failure to provide credible opposition to the right wing, letting them grow out of control and put the entire world at risk with Trump just because they are lily livered cowards without sufficient courage of their convictions to be willing to go toe to toe with these fucking degenerates.
So then they will see a fat angry aggressive man attacking liberals (the bad ones), and they are very used to doing what those people say and believing what those people tell them to believe, so how are they suppose to resist following me?
Again, by actually THINKING.
And when they think, we win, even if all they are doing is coming up with counter-arguments. There is a reason education makes people more liberal, and it has nothing to do with some kind of indoctrination regime.
It’s because education teaches people to think.
The fact that this inevitaby leads to them becoming more liberal is, I think, the simplest and most elegant argument for the superiority of liberalism there is.
Because the smarter people get, the more liberal they become.
QED, mother fuckers.
I’ve been pondering a mystical-ish truth lately.
Let’s see if I can get it across. Basically, I have been wondering how it can be that so much of the art that really reaches people deep inside comes from outcast weirdos like me who seem to all the world to barely be connected to the human race at all.
How is this possible? What is this interior realm we can go to where, paradoxically, the further into it we go, the more our art connects with the hearts of millions?
It’s almost like by being such outsider loners, we can go deeper into the zeitgeist than the rest of our fellow homo sapiens. By going away from them consciously, we get closer to them spiritually.
It’s pretty amazing, when you think about it.
I suppose there’s also the issue of concentration, though. Because so many of us have trouble expressing ourselves in the usual way, we end up saving up and concentrating our emotions into a form we can express through our art.
I know that’s the case with me. I am socially isolated by my mental illness. I have received almost none of the socialization that might have allowed me to connect with my fellow human beings in a more “normal” way. An argument could be made that I barely have enough contacts with the human race to keep my remaining marbles.
Writing is the only way I have to express my emotions, and my progression as a writer has been entirely based around being able to get more and more emotion into every word I write.
If I wasn’t this socially damaged, I wouldn’t have the impetus to write so much and I probably would not be writing the words you are reading right now.
Yes, these very words!
And as I write, I can feel myself drawing upon something that is not entirely my own. Something that came from me and all my thoughts and observations and intuitions about the human condition and the world it lives in, but that also encompasses a reality outside my individual self.
And in that obscure and lonely place, I connect with my fellow humans.
And I can’t really explain that.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.