Friedrich Nietzsche has a bit of a spotty record. On the one hand, he thought Socrates was a nihilistic girly-man that forever feminized the Archaic Greeks, and he’s probably right about that. On the other…. this, apparently, was his idea of a manly man:
For the record, the Friedmeister is the one with the mustache.*
Nietzsche’s philosophy is complex, profound, and not altogether coherent, but it’s fair to say that he was obsessed with power. Not political power (though some of the more intellectual Cat Fanciers thought so), but personal power — the power, that is, that one has in himself. A noble spirit, he says, is obsessed with what the Greeks called agon , the struggle — against self, other men, fate, the gods. It’s the fundamental thing that makes us human, and modern life, Nietzsche says, takes it away from us.
He’s not wrong. You can’t look at all the hormonal blue-hairs of both sexes out there, chanting “Kava-not!” and pretending the judge attended pedophilic gang-rape parties 30 years ago or whatever we’re up to now, and conclude anything other than:
These people are bored, and boredom has driven them insane.
You might be tempted to say that they’ve always been insane, but crazy people aren’t organized enough to do all the legwork you need to get ready to run for something. The Kamala Harrises of the world have always seemed nuttier than a squirrel turd, it’s true, but we’ve only ever seen her as a politician. The cat lady who decided that a run at Congress would be more exciting than another shift at the DMV or whatever other 75-IQ drone work she’s actually qualified for wasn’t crazy, just stupid and bored. American politics being what it is, though, this stupid, bored lady was catapulted straight to the top… and that’s no fun! Taedium vitae set in once again, and now we have to listen to her ask Kavanaugh what kind of tree he’d rape if he could rape a tree.
Material prosperity produces these people, as sure as water and subzero temperatures produce ice. Orwell once said that “the mere words ‘Socialism’ and ‘Communism’ draw towards them with magnetic force every fruit-juice drinker, nudist, sandal-wearer, sex-maniac, Quaker, ‘Nature Cure’ quack, pacifist, and feminist in England,” and though ol’ George’s record is as mixed as Nietzsche’s, he’s spot-on here. The reason is simply this: Nudism, pacifism, etc. are the preoccupations of the idle rich, and Socialists presume that their doctrines will make everyone into the idle rich.
They won’t, of course, but that’s beside the point. Socialism makes emotional sense to bored, hormonal cat ladies of whatever gender. Socialism propels them to “activism,” which temporarily staves off the boredom. But as “activism” is really just spinning in circles — since, you know, everything they’re agitating for is either impossible, or has been given them long ago — pretty soon the boredom returns, stronger than before. Thus they go insane.
If, many generations from now, our descendants want to give things like “indoor plumbing” and “living past 35” another shot, they must figure out something to do with these people. All the civilized cures for boredom — sporstball, status striving, adultery — have comprehensively failed. I’d suggest turning them loose on the African veldt, making sure that the lion population was good and hungry, but that’d be cruel to the lions (fruit juice drinking nudists are notoriously stringy).
I’m open to suggestions.