The Revolution didn’t exactly go as planned.
Like all Leftists, Karl Marx fucking loved science — so much so that he presented his harebrained Hegelian junk philosophy as a scientific blueprint for the progress of History. Communism shall be achieved, comrades — it’s inevitable! — but before that, we must sink to the depths of industrial capitalism.
This isn’t a “maybe;” this must happen, said Marx. The necessity of passing through industrial capitalism was a dogma of the faith, such that the Mensheviks, who were just as committed to the Revolution as Lenin’s boys, actually favored a compromise with Russia’s few industrialists after the Tsar abdicated. Only when capitalism’s productive forces have exhausted themselves, Marxist theory says, will the “contradictions” be sufficient for the Communist “synthesis.”
The Russian Revolution, then, baffled orthodox Marxists. Russia was still half-feudal; they were decades, maybe centuries, away from having the necessary preconditions for Communism. Only fully mature industrial capitalist states — the US, Britain, France, and especially Germany — were ripe for Revolution. What the hell happened?
Guys like Lenin and Antonio Gramsci (we’re getting to the “get laid” part, I promise) quickly knocked together an answer. Marx wasn’t wrong — the Scriptures are never wrong! He just needed a little modification, Council of Nicaea-style. Turns out Onkel Karl skipped a step. The Proletariat can’t develop “revolutionary consciousness” on its own. It needs a “vanguard party” to do that for them. Every do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do, jet-setting, three-home-owning People’s Champion is, of course, a high ranking member of that vanguard party….
… as are all the tenured radicals down at the local U., in Hollywood, and throughout the Ed Biz.
And now, as promised, the “get laid” part:
“Developing revolutionary consciousness” means, in practice, teaching the Proles who and how to hate. Getting along, curbing the worst excesses, muddling through… all these are actually worse than the worst capitalist exploitation, because they make the Proles wonder if maybe a full-blown Revolution, with gulags and secret police and whatnot, is really necessary after all. Can’t we just, you know, put in some safeguards? Maybe two or three “branches” of government? With some checks, and/or balances? Or maybe — just spitballin’ here — maybe some kind of list or “bill” of “rights” that limits the state’s power?
Nyet! Only Revolution will make benefit glorious utopia that Marx promised is just around the corner. Rage, therefore, must always be stoked white hot. Every possible source of enmity must be found, focused, and turned up to eleven.
Racism works great for this, which is why you’ll find Soros’s filthy, Nazi-collaborating hands all over movements like Black Lives Matter. Or it used to, anyway. The problem is Chronic Negro Fatigue. Most of us have had it with Jesse, Al, and the rest of the Reverends, not to mention Colin Kaepernick, gentle giant Michael Brown, mouth-frothing lunatic antisemite Farrakhan, and the rest. See below — that’s modern America’s take on “racism.” The Vanguard Party has pushed racial hatred just about as far as it will go. Not being stupid, America’s Blacks — who are only 14% of the population, and know it — aren’t going to start a race war; they’d be wiped out in a week. Further racial grievance mongering is a nonstarter, Revolution-wise.
Sexual tension, though, is a source of animosity that’s as old as mankind. Convince women they’re the Most Oppressed People Ever, and nobody’s safe — you can always take a detour around the inner city; you can’t avoid your Mom and Sister.
So that’s what they did, our Bolsheviks. They invented Women’s Lib, which became Third Wave Feminism, which became Wymyn’s Studies, which became the pulsating, mirror-glittering shit show we see before us hourly. From my considerable experience of Wymynists, both professionally and personally, I deduce that they believe the following propositions, with a catholic ardor that would make Torquemada blush:
- No matter what I wear, do, or say, viewing me as a sex object is rape…
- …unless I want you to view me as a sex object, in which case not viewing me as a sex object is rape, no matter what I’m wearing, doing, or saying. Furthermore,
- everything I wear, do, and say is empowering; not acknowledging this is rape, and furthermore,
- nothing I wear, do, or say is my fault, because Patriarchy robs me of all agency, even though my very existence is super empowering; and furthermore
- all of this is subject to change without notice, with no statute of limitations.
No man in his right mind would approach a woman like this, and yeah yeah, NAWALT, but seriously, they’re all like that. They can’t help it. It’s the most insidious consequence of propaganda — if all you’ve ever been told is lies, it’s almost impossible to see the truth, even when it’s right there in front of your face. “Gee, Tom sure seems like a nice guy… but he’s probably a slavering pervert.”
Nor does it help that social media encourages men to be slavering perverts. Women aren’t stupid — they know that
- a cleavage shot on Facebook will get them 6,000 comments;
- all from thirsty betas desperately hoping their comment will get them laid.
This is, of course, by design. It effectively eliminates nice guys, by turning “nice guy” into the ultimate loser stereotype. Thanks to all this, on social media — which these days is indistinguishable from IRL — normal interpersonal relations between men and women are now impossible. Talk to a woman, and you’re either a Machiavellian player or a weaselly little wannabe rapist.
See what I mean? Sex — gender, whatever — is the biggest and most sensitive class divide of them all. The Revolution can’t happen without hatred, and thanks to all this, fully half the population are Certified Class Enemies. I wouldn’t wish modern dating on anyone.