The biggest problem the Dissident Right faces is, how do we ferry Normie over to this side of the river? It’s not sufficient to say “well, the Left is going to blow the world up, and the resulting hardship will take care of it.” Because that’s not how it works, comrades, and you know it. Formerly prosperous societies that face material hardship always go hard Left, and while you could argue that the Russians of 1917 didn’t know any better, the tendency is no less pronounced after 100 years of the most conclusive proof that Marxism doesn’t work. Unless you want our stupid, feckless, senile Left replaced by a Left that has its shit together, getting a critical mass on our side before the crash needs to be your number one concern.
Forget political philosophy; that stuff is way down the line. The first thing to do is to counter Leftism’s emotional appeal. For as much as we all recognize that the Left runs on nothing but spite and envy, it’s remarkable how few people really acknowledge this. Trying to reason a fanatic out of his fanaticism is like asking your cat to factor quadratics — not only can’t he do it, he’s not even able to comprehend that you’re asking him to do something. It doesn’t compute.
We’re dealing with emotion, kameraden. Think of your last big fight with your girlfriend, and let me know how well your unassailable facts, your airtight logic, worked out for you.
That’s the reason the old Right (back when that term meant something) lost every fight with the Left. Even when they saw it, they didn’t really grasp it. For instance, there’s a reason I’ve never read a single other word by Henry Hazlitt, though he was a big league public intellectual in his day — he saw, but he didn’t know:
The whole gospel of Karl Marx can be summed up in a single sentence: Hate the man who is better off than you are. Never under any circumstances admit that his success may be due to his own efforts, to the productive contribution he has made to the whole community. Always attribute his success to the exploitation, the cheating, the more or less open robbery of others. Never under any circumstances admit that your own failure may be owing to your own weakness, or that the failure of anyone else may be due to his own defects – his laziness, incompetence, improvidence, or stupidity.
That’s the best definition of “Leftism” ever penned. It describes Social Justice Warriors perfectly, though it was written in 1946. And still Hazlitt, like all his brethren on the Right, still kept trying to reason Leftists out of their Leftism.
I have no illusions that I’m in Hazlitt’s league, intellectually, but since nobody else has stepped up to the plate I guess it’s up to me to revise his definition. And since I’m already presuming to lecture my betters, I’m going to go for the quadruple axel, so even the French judge has to give me a 10. Here it is, in just five words:
“Social justice” is sacralized envy.
Which fits a lot better on a Pepe the Frog meme, you must admit.
Note also the slight, but important, change in emphasis — from “hate” to “envy.” Recall that Hazlitt was writing in 1946, when material deprivation was still a thing, even for Americans. Back then it was assumed that the hate sprang from the envy, which meant that the hatred could eventually be dissipated. It implied an endpoint. Hazlitt, like seemingly everyone else on the Right, took Lefties at their word — that some level of “equality,” by which they meant material prosperity, would cause the Left to finally hang up their jocks and hit the showers.
Three quarters of a century later, we know that’s not true. There’s nothing you could give them that would ever satisfy them. Go ahead, do it Jesus-style — turn the other cheek, give them your coat and your cloak, walk with them two miles, all that jazz. You know as well as I do what will happen — they’ll still hate you. It doesn’t matter what the “reasons” are. Before, they hated you because they didn’t have a coat and cloak. Now they’ve got yours, but they still hate you, because you’re right-handed, or blonde, or have webbed toes. Or because you don’t have webbed toes.
Whatever, something, anything. I won’t bother repeating the O’Brien quote from 1984; you’ve heard it enough by now to know what I mean when I say that for the Left, the point of envy is envy. They don’t envy you for what you have. They don’t even envy you for what you are. They just envy. The mere fact that you exist, a separate entity from them, means that they’re not all there is in the world. In other words — French judges, take note — we’re down to three words:
Leftism is solipsism.
They envy your mere existence, since you are the walking, talking proof that not everything in this world is as shriveled and petty and miserable as they are.
So what’s the counter to envy? How does one break through solipsism?
I’ll probably end up in hell for this, but Jesus himself gave us the answer. Again, this is probably rank heresy, but since my parish priest has been hiding under his desk for over a year now instead of ministering to the souls in his care, I can’t ask him, so let’s roll with it:
But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you…Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect.
There’s a very militant reading of that, kameraden, and it can be summed up — French judge, we’re down to just two words — “tough love.” There are either 39 or 46 books in the Old Testament, depending on whether or not you’re a Catholic, and in every blessed one of them, your perfect Father in heaven is smiting the shit out of somebody. Nobody this side of Hitler was harder on Yahweh’s chosen people than Yahweh himself. It is perfectly possible, in other words, to love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hurt you, etc., by giving them as many good swift kicks in the ass as they need.
Metaphorically, FBI goons, metaphorically.
Lefties are very sick people. Whether they’re incomplete, or just badly broken, is in many ways academic at this juncture, as is the question of whether or not they can be fixed. The point is, they must be resisted, militantly — and again, FBI goons, that’s a metaphor. Since I’m already going to roast in hell for heresy, let me end with a quote from the Gospel of Vader: Use your aggressive feelings, boy! Let the hate flow through you!
That’s how you start bringing Normie over — by doing exactly what Karl Marx did. He sacralized envy; we need to sacralize sanctimoniousness. We’re just plain better than you, you pathetic, solipsistic little pricks. Do you even know what bathroom to use today? Q.E. fucking D.
*Tennyson’s famous poem of that title is, of course, about death. I think the Dissident Right would work best — perhaps, “will work only” — as a renunciant movement, with actual vows to become dead to the world like monks of all religions do… but that’s a bit heavy for a Spring day, so we’ll leave it for another time.Loading Likes...