California Über Alles
“Now it is nineteen eighty-four
Knock-knock at your front door
It's the suede denim secret police
They have come for your uncool niece
Come quietly to the camp
You’d look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don’t you worry, it’s only a shower
For your clothes, here’s a pretty flower
Die on organic poison gas
Serpent’s egg’s already hatched
You will croak, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown!”-The Dead Kennedys, “California Über Alles”
Jerry “Moonbeam” Brown is leading the State of California into the bright multi-cultural future prophesied by demographers to finally come to fruition some time mid-century. California as it is becoming is the eternal wet dream of the Democrat Party—gated communities for the multi-culti architects; slums for their pool boys, landscapers, and iPhone assemblers; and shit-flecked and used-syringe-covered streets for the homeless. The non-White voting share of the Democrat Party is 44%, so it behooves the party to continue to hasten the demographic displacement of whites who are naturally more “conservative,” though a depressing number remain tethered to the sinking ship of “race-blind,” civ-nat, Chamber of Commerce ideology that is basically just the Democrat Party from twenty years ago, plus, ya know, CAPITALISM.
The William F. Buckley conservatives stand athwart history stopping nothing, and Big Labor nods in tacit approval. This is why, although the free market is generally the way to go, if left un-checked global free trade can wreak havoc on a nation, ultimately running it through with so many holes nothing remains but tatters. 91% of all jobs created during the George W. Bush presidency went to immigrants and illegal aliens while American soldiers were shipped all over the Middle East for the oil companies and the defense contractors to get filthy rich, and when they got home, they found home unrecognizable.
This is the future the “elites” envision—godlike, they loom over their newly-“elected” population of compliant, big-government illiterates who won’t have the gall or even understanding to agitate for their freedoms. And the profit margin on labor costs will be massive! You can “get away with” the consequences of white flight in many neighborhoods, cities, and even counties, but what happens when the Third World undertow threatens to pull under entire countries? That’s where we are now. The gated communities will stay gated, the policy-makers, commentariat, and financiers utterly unaffected but for increasingly-swollen bank accounts and lavish lifestyles, and everywhere else will sink into the corruption, dysfunction, and impoverishment that defines the Third World.
The macabre spectacle playing itself out on the Left Coast is “the shape of punk to come,” the social revolution turned loose—equal parts ruthlessly exploitative capitalism, anarcho-tyranny, and Bolshevism, barely held together as their basic contradictions burst at the seams. While Moonbeam Nero fiddles out California’s funeral dirge, disease, criminality, and impoverishment now define the state that used to epitomize the American Dream. Human trafficking is up 842% in the state over the last decade as illegal aliens pass largely unfettered through a porous border as just one more consequence of the Left’s perversely craven-yet-totalitarian ideology. California now has the worst quality of life among all fifty states and the worst poverty rate. The phrase “Diversity Is Our Strength” has a very Orwellian quality to it. It is essentially an umbrella to encompass the various economic and demographic machinations of the managerial classes to dispossess and ultimately erase the current population base.
The social revolution taking place in California, the United States, and much of the rest of the West is inherently destructive because it exists only in negative. It must always be in opposition to something, “critiquing” something. It does not create or generate, it only parasitizes and leeches from that which has already been called into existence by creative forces from without. It cannot survive on its own. Only once a model or form has been established will its “intellectuals” then find fault with and attempt to re-form/reform said model. It has no creative energies of its own; it remains simple, base, and barbaric with no impulses other than, as Hilaire Belloc wrote, to:
Consume what civilization has slowly produced after generations of selection and effort, but he will not be at pains to replace such goods, nor indeed has he a comprehension of the virtue that has brought them into being. Discipline seems to him irrational, on which account he is ever marvelling that civilization should have offended him with priests and soldiers.... In a word, the Barbarian is discoverable everywhere in this, that he cannot make: that he can befog and destroy but that he cannot sustain.
It is Le Bon’s Cain-as-the-Original-Bolshevist; as Lothrop Stoddard wrote in The Revolt Against Civilization, “progress” mysteriously looks an awful lot like regression:
The flight seems to lead backward toward the jungle past. Certainly the products of the “new” art bear a strange likeness to the crude efforts of degenerate savages…The only step which seemingly now remains to be taken is to abolish language, and have “poems without words.”…It means simply one more phase of the world-wide revolt against civilization by the unadaptable, inferior, and degenerate elements, seeking to smash the irksome framework of modern society, and revert to the congenial levels of chaotic barbarism or savagery…To the levelling gospel of social revolution…it is the mass, not the individual, which is precious; it is quantity, not quality, which counts.
The notion of the intrinsic equality of a human life, of respect for the individual, is that each one of us has the right to pursue our own destinies unencumbered by tyranny, to make of ourselves what we will. It is an analogue to God’s boundless love for his flock that defines Christian universalism. The uniquely Western concept of one man, one vote, of trust in your fellow citizen, forms the bedrock of democracy; we respect our fellow citizens and our participation in the voting process underscores our faith in each other. It is within the cozy confines of this notion, however, that alien universalism begins to nest and pervert Western Man’s natural and racially aberrant level of cooperation and trust. These traits are some of our greatest strengths, and yet it is this susceptibility to the perversion of these natural impulses that is our Achilles heel. Notions of “fairness” and equality may devolve into tyranny with frightening rapidity (see: the French Revolution). Pure democracy, as Thucydides and others have warned, can quickly devolve into tyranny—another Western concept, centering on the legitimacy to rule. The intermediate stage of the democracy-to-tyranny pipeline is incarnation of the inflamed mobile vulgus, the permutation of democratic tyranny first discussed by Polybius while discussing the “pathological” form of mob rule: “ochlocracy.”
Our Founding Fathers chose to ground the United States in republicanism for several reasons: to protect against the tyranny of the majority; the periodic disintegration of democracy into an ochlocracy via moral panics, hysteria, and mob mentality; and the inevitable ascension out of chaos of a tyrant. As the United States moves closer to a direct democracy, the ballot box and demographics become a weapon against the native population. Additionally, as Sam Francis noted, it is the much-mouthed platitudes of liberalism that easily lend themselves to corruption, where they become window-dressing for the advancement of policies and ideologies that are anything but “liberal.” This is where the “classical liberals” of the so-called “Intellectual Dark Web” go wrong, especially in terms of “radical individualism.” The much-vaunted “equality” of liberalism quickly becomes perverted into the idea that equality means everyone is exactly the same and thus inter-changeable. As Gonzalo Fernandez de la Mora posited in Egalitarian Envy: The Political Foundations of Social Justice:
Marxist egalitarianism is not only political and economic (“to each one according to his needs”) it is anthropological. The subject of the communist society is not the individual, but generic man. This is the famous text: “When the real, individual man will retake possession of the abstract citizen, when in his empirical life, in his individual work, and in his individual relations he becomes transformed into generic being; when man recognizes his own strength as the strength of society…only then will he attain human emancipation.” This is, therefore, almost a metaphysical egalitarianism, where man becomes a species, a universal concept, and acquires that property which belongs to the beings of reason, absolute equality…In its ﬁnal phase, communist society would provide total equality to all subjects – generic man – and the total equality of the patrimony: everything according to the quota or collective (capital, power, work, and income). Marxist egalitarianism, despite its protestations of materialism and empiricism, is the most speculative and metaphysical of all: generic man and abstract work are two over-reﬁned abstractions of reason.
Hollywood is Generic Man epitomized, a combo assembly line-recycling plant, the massive volume ceaselessly re-purposed in the incestuousness of the entertainment industry; waste, excess, uniformity, and inter-changeability form the true “landscape” of Hollywood behind the mass-marketed Potemkin village. The recycling aspect may also work as a metaphor for the perpetuation of certain ideals, as well as the recycling of careers and specific industry “types.” A number of my poems address the grotesque artifice of Hollywood, where virtue-signaling and adopted black babies are this year’s hottest fashion accessories; one such poem, “Matrimony,” was published on this site on October 24th just after the Harvey Weinstein “revelations.” The concluding stanza of Part I is illustrative of the piece’s bearing towards “Celebrity Culture”: “the photosynthesis has turned hollywood into a jungle, / where human trash sprouts like barnacles, / clinging to any scrap of fame / and swallowing phyto-plankton / and shitting sitcoms.” I have intentionally left everything lower-case to highlight the lack of individuality and absolute conformity to the dictums of an entertainment industry that is itself alien to our culture, whose mass-marketed products normalize degeneracy and ideologically homogenize; paradisal California, like the multi-cultural utopia of the future, is nothing but an illusion. Its ersatz glamor is naught but lipstick on a pig (no disrespect to pigs intended). The desired outcome of the model presently applied in the State of California is complete tribal fracture followed by the crushing uniformity of becoming an undifferentiated mass—life-imitating-art-imitating-life-ad infinitum. The mass-produced “culture” churned out of Hollywood is relentless in its erasure of distinctiveness, the worst aspects of capitalism and Bolshevism tied up in one gilded package. Quoting Lothrop Stoddard:
Proletarian art must, however, be mass art; the concepts of genius and individual creation are severely reprobated. This is, of course, in accordance with the general theory of Bolshevism: that the individual must be merged in the collectivity; that talented individuals merely express the will of the mass incarnated in them. This Bolshevik war against individuality explains why the overwhelming majority of the Russian Intelligentsia is so irreconcilably opposed to Bolshevism. It also explains why those who have bowed to Bolshevism have ceased to produce good work. They have been intellectually emasculated.
In the face of this characterless uniformity, this lobotomized culture—ennui and estrangement. Atomization, isolation, and despair. For the German art critic Johannes Volkelt:
The demoralization of our attitude and sentiment toward life itself is even more portentous than our declining recognition of artistic form. It is a mutilated, deformed, moron humanity which glowers or drivels at us through expressionist pictures. All they suggest is profound morbidity. Their jaded, unhealthy mood is relieved only by absurdities, and where these cast a ray of light into their rudimentary composition, it is only a broken and joyless one. Likewise, that which repels us most in the poetry of our younger school is its scornful stigmatizing of the past, without giving us anything positive in its place; its pathetic groping in its own self-wreckage; its confused, helpless seeking after some steadfast ideal. The soul is exhausted by its ceaseless chasing after nothing.
If this is the “revolution” the “elites” are calling for, it is little wonder Hollywood has such a vested interest in this narrative (and why there has been an almost-complete cessation in quality and originality). It is a retarded post-modernism, a microwaved TV dinner months past expiry, held in thrall by its own navel. That it is wholly artificial is not incidental. It is all too easy to note the superficiality of Hollywood and popular culture, but superficiality connotes that there is a surface to something, and thus, there is implied depth. It is quite another thing to realize that the character of Patrick Bateman from American Psycho is not so much a fictive creation but an avatar of the globalist:
I had all the characteristics of a human being—flesh, blood, skin, hair—but my depersonalization was so intense, had gone so deep, that my normal ability to feel compassion had been eradicated, the victim of a slow, purposeful erasure. I was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning…There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there. It is hard for me to make sense on any given level. Myself is fabricated, an aberration. I am a noncontingent human being. My personality is sketchy and unformed, my heartlessness goes deep and is persistent. My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared a long time ago (probably at Harvard) if they ever did exist. There are no more barriers to cross.