Hence it is that all armed prophets have conquered, and the unarmed ones have been destroyed. Besides the reasons mentioned, the nature of the people is variable, and whilst it is easy to persuade them, it is difficult to fix them in that persuasion. And thus it is necessary to take such measures that, when they believe no longer, it may be possible to make them believe by force.
-Machiavelli, The Prince.
All the Left’s lunacies — “intersectionality,” open borders, made-up pronouns, blue hair, all of it — are increasingly frantic attempts to avoid drawing the obvious conclusions from their premises.
Leftism is nihilism. The Soviets, bless their dissident-torturing hearts, were at least honest about it. The Fundamentals of Marxist-Leninist Philosophy, a guidebook published in the USSR for the education of comrades abroad, spends several introductory chapters decreeing that only matter in motion exists. Consciousness, it proclaims, is merely a property of “highly organized” matter. Therefore, nothing exists but this world.*
Even the best Communist, then, wholly dedicated to the Proletariat’s welfare, is just temporarily alleviating the material conditions of some shivering naked apes. It’s better to pass threescore and ten will a full belly, I suppose, than not, but existence is fundamentally pointless. You live, you die, and even the best of us will be forgotten the minute the iPhone 9 comes out.
So it is with any Leftist idea. They’re all fundamentally pointless. Run through every possible organization of matter — none is better than any other, because how could it be? Atoms don’t care how they fall through the void, and if certain arrangements of those falling atoms somehow, for a brief instant, result in consciousness, then so what? Rejigger the arrangements of the consciousness-bearing configurations; again, so what?
“X is a social construction.” So it is, but whatever construction we choose, it makes no difference — you’ll have, at most, a few brief moments of ecstasy before your atoms fall back into the void. Meanwhile you’re miserable because the other atoms won’t rejigger themselves to your liking. Why not just be as happy as you can be, with whatever chance arrangement of matter you find yourself in? Or, if that’s intolerable, why not just cut to the chase? Suicide is painless, the old song says, and the end’s the same for all of us anyway.
Some kind of transcendent reality is the only thing that gives life meaning. It may not be real — it’s probably not real — but it’s the only thing that can reconcile us to this particular arrangement of atoms. Leftists would rather see the whole world burn than admit it; we can’t let them.
Machiavelli had it right.