Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Saturday, August 15, 2009

A Small Essay Endorsing the Killing of Grandma

In the spirit of Swift, I wish to offer the endorsement of the principle now under earnest debate in the American public and press - the killing of Grandma.

Euthanasia involves the deliberate termination of an innocent life. We use the supposition of "innocence" to distinguish this act from lawful homicide, which is the express provenance of the criminal court system.

Using the principles of "innocent until proven guilty," therefore, one is led to suppose that Grandma's termination is a "mercy killing," not some sort of State administered punishment.

Let us assume, for sake of argument, that Grandma is about seventy years old. She would have been born in the period of the Great Depression I, around 1935-1940 and grew up with three major influences in her young life; the Great Depression (I), World War II, and the Cold War. Grandma knew of matters such as civilization, and its ability to cause and cure suffering.

She was then given as an unmerited gift, great abundance, success and opportunity beyond her wildest dreams. Women of her childhood had little opportunity; she had more than even the children of the wealthy did in her parents' generation. She was educated, dressed, and respected in a manner unheard of in her parents' generation.

And regrettably, it spoiled her. Grandma caught perhaps a glimpse in her youth of a future based upon the pillars of Prosperity, Freedom and Abundance - and then spent the rest of her years of ability spurning the future, and spending it into penury. "I'm Spending My Children's Inheritance!" read her bumper sticker (no longer seen, as it might provoke vandalism.)

She allowed her country to do things and become things which were shameful, shocking and sorrowful in earlier days. She crafted a system for medical care and financial support for her retirement - and then pulled up the gang-plank for later generations, which would be spent into penury by waste and abuse.

She shrieked about "Government involvement" and then cashed her Federal Paycheck.

She raised two generations of snot-faced descendants unschooled in the ways of the Republic, the manners of civilization, and like her, immersed in selfishness and greed.

And now, her uncivilized and irrational crew, illiterate and innumerate, cannot understand anything of the law but what is told to them by lunatics on the radio, such as Father Coughlin, only without even HIS scruples.

And we are asked to argue for Grand-ma's life by those who cannot tell the difference between an Extermination Panel and an end-of-life conversation with a physician?

Mene, mene, tekel, uparsim. You are what you bring forth, grandma. The petard upon which you are hoisted, is your own. If you have now a State which will endorse euthanasia - in a generation which accepts military torture and the killing of civilian noncombatants - you should perhaps fear what you have wrought.
(PS:  No Grandmas were actually harmed in the writing of this essay.)








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Friday, July 31, 2009

On Love and Fascism, Part 2

I am both impressed by the chops this idea has - and a little edgy and nervous - where were the great thinkers about dystopia and fascism on this? Orwell didn't have a smidge of love in the book, other than by cruel irony, the Ministry. Zamyatin (We) didn't touch on emotion, but rather reason. And Huxley? Don't remember him chatting about it.

And where was Freud, the Grandmaster of Love, when the Nazi's arose? This was all his stuff, they played in HIS stadium. I'll have to look up ol' Siggie, he may have shizzled on this.




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Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Why Fascism is all about LOVE.

One critical political fact lay undiscovered by William Shirer and the other brave men who dissected the horrible corpse of Fascism and Nazism, and that is LOVE lay at its heart. Less so with Stalin and the horrific descendants of Lenin, who were far more practical and less moony than the Europeans. Tatars and Georgians and Central Asians tend to deliver their message straight-up, from the bottle, and don't need the mushiness and moon-shine of Goethe and the romatics. A head, that is severed, on a pike - what more is there to say? Stalin, Lenin, Trotsky - honest men. An ice-axe through the head on the other side of the Earth! Now, that's a statement for you!!

But, the Europeans. Truly, Fascism and Nazism could not have come to pass, without love. Hitler had the absolute Midas touch that every gay man, I'm sure, would give his soul for. He could elicit love - yes, tender, passionate love - from heterosexual men. And who can be crueler than a person in love? All one needs, is the beloved - and a threat against him (or her.) Those Jews, then - they would not have been so passionately condemned, were they a threat only to some little politician. But against the Fuehrer, mein Gott! It was no great surprise, I am sure, when the inner circle of the Nazi Party discovered Ernst Roehm's homosexuality - the very leader of the Browshirts, the dreaded bullies of the SA - a homosexual!!? (was it ever not known by the inner circle?) It only became important when the time came for the Night of the Long Knives - and Roehm was expendable, and quickly dispatched.

But it must be love - that deep, passionate love in which the eternal truth rests - that people will do all sorts of moronic things in the power of love. Stupid women become accessories in crimes of their vicious men - because they love them so. Whatever that might mean, it is a force which must be reckoned with.

And it must indeed be deep and profound love - "true love," the kind which sweeps you up on angels wings. This sort of love must be transformative, not only of the magic beloved - but also, in reflection of the Self. It must literally make one's self New Again. The love of Hitler gave transformed the German Empire into the Aryan Reich. What power, that man's love had!

And, that's what's needed to form the triangle - the Beloved, the Threat against the Beloved, and the Transformed Self. I see many Americans mewling around and bitching like estrogen-soaked teenagers, loving love and waiting for the Beloved to come. Those on the right act like jealous, bitchy junior-high-schoolers, wrathful at the evil Bitch Obama that all of the Left seems to think is the Hosanna Savior, they hate his guts for it. Want to find this behavior in literature? Read the Sorrows of the Werther by Goethe - there's enough whininess in there for a dozen TEA parties on Independence Day.

America, somehow, used to be much less European in character, but became more so. THAT was the continent of failed ideas, and newcomers were asked to wash their feet before treading on the doorstep, please. In a place where political parties were suspect, kings and leaders despised, and independence admired, once upon a time - now we have a bunch of mewling cats in heat, looking for L!O!V!E!

The Republicans are especially jilted nowadays, as many of their "possible candidates" look like ass-holes. They certainly are not the Beloved. Passion still holds for Sarah Palin, who may break the Glass Ceiling of Fascism and become am ersten Fuehrerin. She could, too. She's got the chops, and she's crazy enough.

And that's why I think America's too damn good for Americans, these days.
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Freudianism is well-criticized these days. One of the chief critiques - which applies to Ayn Rand as well, is that if he were so smart, why did so many morons follow him?

But except for being right frequently, Freud has little to say for himself. The dynamic of European-style Fascism is easily jiggled into the Oedipus configuration - and maybe not so wrongly so. The primitive Loved Object, the primitive Bad Object, and Melanie Klein's off and running.

One's essential Identity derives from the result of the struggle between the Loved Object and the Bad Object, in both Freudian terms, and in the history of Nazism - clearly. Are we Great, or are we Small? Are we not Nordic Aryans? Is it only the Jews that keep us from realizing our Full Potential?

Americans are carefully trained by advertising and the media to remain thoughtless meme-bags. One of the most critical elements is the ability to inspire Love - and that is what the media does in spades. We are in the middle of an outpouring of undeserved love (and undeserved scorn) for a child singer from Gary, Indiana, who became both very rich and very crazy. The Jackson 5 were the first American Idols.

Other mechanical memes with significant life-events are Farrah Fawcett, a Texas model and beauty queen made famous for her abilities; Sarah Palin, another made famous for her lack thereof; a moony South Carolina Governor who lost the struggle between Christianity and tumescence (leaving a rather smudgy lesson for those parents trying to enforce the primacy of the first over the second), a Senator self-confessed of staff-porking; and other movies played upon the screen, with cues to the Chorus how to behave. Drama! Love! That's how we operate.

Gone are the days when we ran our own souls, took in what we honored and discarde what had no merit. Now, forcibly opened to the slush we call media, we pour it in. Do we love Miss California? Do we hate Miss California? What of what she said? Was it right or wrong?

Many years ago, mankind had little to do than watch the scurry of the ants, and perhaps they chose one or the other in some sort of bet - who will return to the anthill first? That's the best they could do for entertainment. And that whips our ass today.

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