Well, a perpetual orgy is certainly here, but it has nothing to do with literature, or even literacy, and it's not voluntary. If pornography can be understood as a lurid usurpation of the real, then we're watching an endless pornographic movie. Most democratically, we're all trapped in this foul theater. An orgy of the virtual has taken over every aspect of our lives.
Pornography multiplies frequency, duration, angles, positions and sexual partners, an endless and eternal sexual buffet, except that none of it is really happening. Similarly, American democracy gives the appearance of boundless participation by all citizens, for they can't just vote in caucuses and elections, but cheer at conventions, march in protest, write letters to newspapers, comment on the internet and follow, blow by blow, the serial mud wrestling between opposing politicians. Pissed, they can freely curse Bush, Obama or Trump without fearing a midnight knock on the door. Alas, none of their "political activities" actually matters, for Americans don't influence their government's policies, much less decide them. It's all an elaborate spectacle to make each chump think he's somehow a player, in on the action, when he's actually all alone, in the dark, to beat his own meat, yet again.
He has railroaded, premasticated opinions on everything, but without the means to act on any of it. Only his impotence is real.
It's all good. Groomed by the culture, his preteen daughter fancies herself a pornographic starlet. His reeducated son is convinced his assigned manhood is beyond toxic, and must be chopped off at the first opportunity. His transitioning wife can't wait to f**k him up the a$$.
Castrated, he may still "rebel" in sanctioned ways, and none does this more aggressively than the theatrically strident "radical," who's most conformist, paradoxically, although there's a long history of this.
With his red flag, black uniform and covered face, this specimen is a cookie cutter puppet that's jerked by a totalitarian master, the very state he thinks he's resisting. Obediently correct, the American radical divides and attacks the masses. Happily domineered, he demands that everyone else becomes as shackled as he is, and since this will never happen, he's eternally enraged.
His zealotry is not just abject, but dangerous, for he makes an ideal foot soldier for state or deep state-sponsored street violence, against those who should be his allies. Notice how the solidarity of the 99% is no longer evoked by anybody.
The Occupy movement targeted Wall Street, and not the White House, Capitol Hill or Pentagon, so they fingered who really run this country, but they made several crucial mistakes, and the worst was to advertise their intention way ahead of time through social media. That's why hundreds of cops were there to block off Wall Street, forcing protestors to move to Zuccotti Park, and this became the model for the rest of the countries. Occupy Wall Street became a series of temporary tent cities.
I visited Zuccotti Park repeatedly and eight other Occupy camps. In Raleigh, I found them squatting on an empty lot off downtown, with the protesting that day a karaoke session at a nearby bar. "We'll sing John Lennon's Imagine, you know, songs like that," a middle-aged soccer mom explained. In New York, there was a chirpy ditz with a sign, "REVOLUTION IS FUN." Worse, there was even "LIBERATE IRAN," but there was advocacy for every cause under the sun, animal rights, free Falun Gong, on and on. A pudgy, dazed looking dude tried to enlist people into his "FART SMELLER MOVEMENT." A young woman stripped down to her panties.
Government agents defused the threat by diffusing its message, but the state got plenty of help from clueless, narcissistic clowns who just had to raise their special voice, until hardly anyone knew what the mess was about, and it was a stinking mess. Occupy Philly became an open air toilet around City Hall. "DEMAND NOTHING! OCCUPY EVERYTHING!"
Deploying all sorts of violence, they prop up Gandhi and Martin Luther King, after they've shot him in the head, and even Obama preached nonviolent resistance between orders of drone strikes. America's suavest prez ever even joked about it, "The Jonas Brothers are here; they're out there somewhere. Sasha and Malia are huge fans. But boys, don't get any ideas. I have two words for you, 'predator drones.' You will never see it coming."
They sure will, though. America's 17 intelligence agencies will make sure no serious domestic rebellion can develop, and no coup d'รฉtat hatched, but even if there's a rogue pilot, say, one who's not afraid to die to make a statement, what should he bomb? Certainly not the Pentagon, for only the Pentagon or its master can send a missile through its wall.
Even columns of tanks converging on the White House won't change anything.
Any revolution or coup will have to contend with 1.3 million active soldiers, not to mention how many robots and drones? Realizing its mercenaries aren't all that, the state is increasingly relying on fearless, sleepless machines, and it's demoralizing to realize the best you can do is break their expensive toys, while they can mangle or kill you while inflicting much pain, or force you to witness your screaming comrade's last moment. Also, shot drones don't leave behind the devastatingly bereaved. It takes an army to fight one, and most Americans can't even organize a bowling team, remember. With guerrilla actions, they can certainly carve out liberated zones, however, so there's your glimmer of hope.
Occupy was no revolution, but its initial aim of disrupting a key operation of the state was the right idea, for you must hurt your enemy, if only for a day. Imagine Wall Street or nearby Goldman Sachs in flames! This goal was akin to puncturing a pipeline, blowing up an important bridge or assassinating a crucial figure. In America, however, there's no visible target who's actually worth killing, for none is indispensable to the state's criminal function. Those out in the open are just actors. In laying out a much ballyhooed puppet's mangled cadaver, all you'll achieve is a symbolic goal, but perhaps it's worth it after all, for all traitors must pay, and it may even inspire a real revolt.
Revolution sounds cool because it implies a terrible awakening of the masses, to impose their will, exact justice and start a new paradigm, but most revolutions are fake, with many orchestrated by another elite or triggered by a foreign power. Moreover, Americans are too divided and atomized to rebel as a people, so the best you can hope for is to regain independence, freedom and sanity for your state, region or maybe just town.
Comment: The best you can hope for is to master yourself. Then, maybe, inspire a couple of friends and/or family members to do likewise. That's it.
The first step is to stop thinking of yourself as an American, for there's no America left to save, much less "make great again," and there are no Americans left either, for if anybody can be a defacto American just by showing up, then the concept is meaningless. That's like me landing in Tel Aviv tomorrow and declaring I'm a Jew.
Your average American hardly has a hometown, just a homepage, and his neighbors are the anonymous, pseudonymous, hasbarists and trolls he compulsively chats with. If you don't even belong to your neighborhood, how are you the citizen of any nation?
To reclaim your street, you must regain your mind, but the porn has gotten so damn good, why would anyone want to leave PornHub, Chaturbate or Illusory Participation, USA?
I was born in 1963, a year of many coup d'รฉtats, and you may remember the one in South Vietnam, Guatemala, Ecuador, Honduras, Dominican Republic, Benin, Togo, Iraq or Syria, which actually witnessed two. The most significant happened right in the US of A, however, and like most, it was certainly an inside job.
Like Ngo Dinh Diem, John F. Kennedy wasn't a good enough puppet, so he had to be expertly brained. Even if Lyndon Johnson wasn't in on the plot, he served them faithfully afterwards, as has every American president since. They've all gotten the message. Similarly, it only takes one academic to be defenestrated from the ivory tower for the rest to toe the line. Americans live in a cowed country. Home of the brave my ass!
Protesting their government, thousands of Americans became symbolically homeless, but their society has only sunk further, with destitution, despair and anger rapidly increasing. As the rank of those who must sleep and defecate outside constantly swells, Washington still doesn't give a sh*t, but why should it? They're getting theirs.
Inside the Beltway may be a swamp, but it's a gilded one, designed for the most arrogant and smug. Outside, the quicksand ocean keeps on devouring.
Game over, I heave these toss away lines during garbage time, but enough of this, for I must return to my daily tons of garbage. The future is indeed plastic. From the end of the world, I watch various endings.
Linh Dinh's latest book is Postcards from the End of America. He maintains a regularly updated photo blog.
Reader Comments
What I see everywhere is the technologically 'superior' having their way with the technologically 'inferior'. Be it 'human' to human, or 'human' to some other 'inferior' creature or thing.
These technologically 'superior' (ie., those most militaristic and aggressive and neglectful of any compassion or real understanding--any sort of 'holism') do whatever they want and take whatever they want and then try to convince the technologically 'inferior' that it was good for them too.
THIS IS FUNDAMENTALLY WRONG BECAUSE IT DENIES REALITY.
As I said recently in another comment here at Sott, 'Sex is good, rape is not.' Sex is holy communion, it is life, rape is something else entirely.
The technologically endowed, typical modern 'human' is incapable of having good sex.
'It' is only capable of taking it, faking it and using it, and using the technology available to it to each day increase the fraud and to deepen the level of perpetration.
The Sott editor comment is good, better than the article though the article is 'catchy' (I remember reading Lihn Dihn in years gone past, he is good, a clever wordsmith and marketeer, and it is how he makes his 'dough', but I do not know whether I like him as a person), because it points more directly at something we are missing out on, something we have lost--closeness and intimacy and more real and holy forms of humility. By getting back to closeness and intimacy, we have a tiny chance, be it ever so tiny.
WAS IT GOOD FOR YOU, TOO?
ned,
out
anyone understanding the sott comment?
Pornography is an aspect of herd management... and is like most things related to sex, violence, desires etc... easy to exploit as they are the foundational aspects that the rest are built on... if you can't 'master' them, you will most likely find it hard to 'master' the 'higher' aspects... as the 'lower' aspects get the energy coming in first... you can block it out, but that doesn't make it go away.... repressing such desires only causes that energy to be expressed elsewhere... the question regarding this article is the same with all of these aspects, they are a big problem for those easily affected, which can become their drug of choice... which leads us back to the issue of needing to 'master oneself'... rather basic as Bruce Lee would say.