Freud, that old cokehead, was really onto something with that “death instinct” business – at least when it comes to Our Betters, the Liberals.
Via Vox Day comes word that Richard Florida, urban planning guru extraordinaire, kinda sorta admits he was wrong about… well, just about his whole thing. Florida claimed that the key to revitalizing cities was to Bohemianize them by attracting the “creative class:”
To make his case for the creative class, Florida subjected it to strange quantifications. Combining census data on occupation, education, “coolness factor” (based on the number of young people and the quality of “nightlife and culture”) and, bizarrely, the number of gay male residents, he developed a “Bohemia Index” to calculate this group’s magical effect on urban economic growth.
Anyone who has spent time in a college town could’ve predicted the result. College-town downtowns are “vital,” all right, if you vitally need a hemp candle or to get accosted by platoons of hippie burnout bums (or both, of course, since there’s a lot of overlap in those membership rosters). There’s “art” galore, all repeating the same trite message that Hate Is Bad, mmmmkay, which is why college towns all look the same — from Berkeley to Cambridge, the only real diversity is the weather.
Which, I’m increasingly coming to believe, is the point.
The university is a Liberal’s natural habitat. Give them complete administrative control, an unlimited budget, and the ability to impose admission requirements, and you get a place where you can’t find a non-foodie restaurant and none of the milk comes from cows. There are twelve coffee shops per bookstore, and the bookstores outnumber the auto mechanics by about 15:1. And, of course, everything of consequence is run by white people, but the nice Diverse ladies who are such fun at cocktail parties make $300K per year chairing make-work departments that do nothing but issue unread Diversity memos. Everyone’s gay, or wishes he was, and the days are spent squawking about outrages that happen far, far over the horizon.
It’s static — by design. If you want a real challenge (and are current on your blood pressure meds), head to the nearest college town and try finding something to do that doesn’t involve sitting and staring at a glowing screen. All the ballyhooed urban boho “nightlife and culture” is really just the Brownian movement of shallow people drifting from bar to coffee shop to bookstore to fusion restaurant to experimental theater performance, all the while twittering and facebooking about how wonderful and uplifting and educational it all is. The only emotion they experience is the dopamine hit that comes from being outraged about stuff, which confirms their smug superiority to the unwashed masses out in Flyover Country.
You could accomplish the same thing propped up in a hospital bed with one of those IV pez dispensers full of morphine, and again, that’s by design.
All of this stuff is elaborately useless. They’ve finally hit bottom in their worship of trannies, who are so elaborately useless they can’t even decide which sex they are today, to say nothing of the 57 genders and however-many “orientations” we’re up to. The more useless, the better, because any actual accomplishment — hell, any actual decision — would foreclose an outrage opportunity. If I am this, but not that, I can’t get all worked up when this is the outrage du jour and that is the new hotness.
Freud nailed it. Their goal is to extinguish their personalities, along with anything that might remind them that life has a meaning that can only be found by living it — that is, by making choices and living with the consequences. They’d be much happier living in the Brave New World, hooked to a feeding tube and with on-demand Soma shots. Why aren’t the eeeeevil capitalists at Big Pharma all over this?