6:15:23
“Trump’s prosecution isn’t just political, it’s ideological. Nobody with Trump’s views is allowed to have power in this country. Criticize our wars and you’re disqualified. If you keep it up, we’ll send you to prison. That’s the message Washington is sending….Yes, Donald Trump is a flawed man, but his sins are minor compared to those of his persecutors.”
“Narcissists never apologize. Instead they punish the ones who call them out. The lie is the only thing which, for them, must be kept alive, and along with it, their stolen privileges. Everything else must die, including millions of innocent men, women and children in the Middle East, while they instruct us how to cure an imaginary disease they called our “Islamo-phoboia” after they falsely blamed 9/11 on middle eastern terrorists. Now it’s time for millions of Americans to die, over their lies about the ‘Covid vaccine.’ I see no reason to regret voting for him in either 2016 or 2020, and this post is not about Trump’s errors—it is about the deeper death pact we find ourselves trapped in. Our very democracy must be dragged to its grave before the uniparty warmongers and its laptop press can say one single word about this monumental catastrophe. Instead they’re going to tell you they’re too pure to broadcast Trump’s remarks following his arraignment. It’s now ‘news,’ they declared. It’s also not news when thousands of Americans, including children, die suddenly, in broad daylight, while the lie about vaccines is kept alive.”
“Many progressive urban elites, especially, while expressing themselves on social media, seemed to like being ‘locked down’; seemed to boast about how isolated they were, in the depths of our mass incarceration; seemed even to enjoy being scared of ‘the virus’ — seemed to like having something larger than themselves, larger than their $12 green juices and their Pilates workouts at Equinox Gyms, larger than their swiping right on dating apps, larger than the “Culture” section of The New York Times, on which to focus, and to which to yield their passions.
They were hungry for a cause, for a way to be part of the collective ‘greater good’, for a methodology to demonstrate their self-sacrifice; and so the “rules” handed down one after another by what friends of mine are now calling “our overlords,” seemed to stimulate, fulfill and gratify that longing for greater meaning, that desire to yield to authority and to lose one’s troublesome, bored, neurotic self in the collective ‘altruistic’ hive mind.
Their lust for obedience had in it an element of pleasure; an erotics of submission as captured in the only half-joking phrase on a meme, “Lock me down harder, Daddy”.
The past three years, this social lust for submission, coinciding with a lust for domination and control; this embrace by certain elites of the performing of cruelty and of imposing cruelty (injections, more and more of them; the masks, the isolation) on oneself — recall of course the Sylvia Plath poem, ‘Daddy’:
‘Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.’
But in this case those adoring the Fascist were of both genders, and the Brute was the worshipped State.
What could have contributed to this neurosis, this perverse dynamics of dominance and submission, this desire of millions to lose their individuality, their willingness to sacrifice in what should have been obvious ways, the wellbeing of their children, and their acceptance, at Zimbardo-experiment-speed, of more and more levels of dystopian sadism in their own and in others’ lives?
No art, no emotion, no spirit, no God, no philosophy, no deep questions, and little real sharing.”
-Naomi Wolf, “How Not to Become a Sociopath”
