This is why I’m not an award-
winning nominated author. This right here. I’ll never come up with as good a phrase as “the final and utter semisexual craving of the Left, which is obliteration.”
How true is that? I’ve been at least a dilettante Left-watcher for decades now, and I still haven’t managed to figure out what they actually want out of life. Consider this knucklehead:
“What could I do that would eliminate having to work, would open up big opportunities, and be a really fun, interesting experience for me?” Chambers asked Campus Reform in an interview last week.
You read up on his subsequent “thoughts” about the slim pickings in a McDonald’s dumpster, and you’re forced to conclude that Patton Chambers, at least, wants his existence confined to a comfy chair, tv on an endless loop, a feeding tube full of delicious nom noms, and someone to change his diapers every now and again.
Or consider the UVa rape hoaxers (or the Duke Lacrosse rape hoaxers, or Lena Dunham lying about being raped by a college Republican, or….). Or SlutWalk. What is the end goal here? As near as I can tell, all of this “blaming the victim” stuff boils down to “women in skimpy clothing should be able to get blackout drunk whenever and wherever they feel like it.”
This is “social justice”?
The endless hamster wheel of “activism” goes protest-regulate-litigate, even when — make that especially when — the end goals are undefined or, better, undefinable. In what ways should, say, the financial or energy industries be regulated? Which specific regulations would you like to see enacted, comrade? Which specific statutes, since repealed, caused all the problems of “deregulation”? Under what conditions can a business owner refuse service to a customer? Clearly “conscience” is no defense. How long, then, before penniless people are suing Mercedes Benz and Rolex, just because those companies claim the destitute can’t “afford” their products? Is this not the worst, most arbitrary form of “discrimination”?
They don’t know. They don’t even pretend to know. They’re proud of their ignorance, and they spend endless amounts of energy on things that are designed to have no effect on the real world. They consider too many consumer choices to be a mental disorder, and they term normal human interactions “microaggressions.” They insist on “trigger warnings” before exposure to opinions, or even facts. They insist there is no such thing as a fact.
Conclusion: They don’t want to achieve anything. It’s impossible to actually live in Social Justice Land, and since living there is impossible — and they’re too cowardly for suicide — they want to make their lives as close to death as possible. If they can, they want to stop their consciousnesses entirely, and reduce life to the autonomic. If one must have food, and clothing, and shelter, and toilet paper, let there be only one kind of each, preferably delivered automatically at the first of the month.
George Orwell said that Eastasia’s version of IngSoc translated as “death worship.” Once again, he was dead right.
[EDITED: Mr. Wright points out that he is award-nominated, not award-winning. As terminological precision is important, I’ve corrected the post. ]