inorganic

Many years ago at university a Leftist professor I knew used to say that things were moving in the right direction, meaning his direction: abolition of the death penalty, not merely legalisation but active governmental promotion of homosexuality, utter judiciary indifference to drug use; and very recently we’ve seen paedophilia being vigorously pushed by the powers that be.

For many, this Leftward swing is a natural, organic development. Every generation rebels and wants to let it all hang out, take drugs, burn things, and kill and rape, and so a conservative society will, in this view, inevitably develop and so come to some degree of enlightenment.

This raises some questions. Why exactly do some societies become liberal and others don’t? Why did the West remain largely conservative until the 20th Century? Why do Muslim immigrants to the West tend to retain their native conservatism?

My own feeling is that the decay of the West, to the point where convicted paedophiles are allowed to dress like demonic women and read stories to small children, is a far from organic development.

In reality, not every teenager rebels against his/her parents; I would guess it is about 20-30%, and perhaps only 5-10% are serious. Our biology seems to contain a necessary degree of mutation, even deleterious mutation; and this ranges from the physical to the psychological. Under normal circumstances, almost all of these teenage rebels become natural conservatives after a few years of hedonism. That is, they start like this:

and mature into this:

This natural order of rebellion, questioning, and eventual maturation has been purposefully disrupted by the Left; it would be as if the Amish themselves promoted Rumspringa as a chance to escape the boring stupidity of Amish society, and each Rumspringista was encouraged to go to LA and become a porn star and never return.

None of the supposedly inevitable developments of the last 70 years have occurred organically or according to “the will of the people”. They were all pushed by the political, media, and corporate elites – that is, by the Cabal.

This brings me to my last post, which was partly about the 70s group Big Star. I think it was Q Magazine, many years ago, which ran an article about the band, with a photo

captioned: “Big Star: none of them ever were.”

When I first heard their music, aged 20 or so, I was amazed that I had never so much as heard of them. Surely, I thought, they should be up there with The Beach Boys, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Byrds? But no. They released a few great albums to general indifference and then disappeared.

The conventional account is that their music was slightly too quirky, or they were on the wrong label. I think, now, that their music wasn’t pushed by the label; whether because Cabal didn’t want them to become successful, or because (as I think more likely) the label marketeers were incompetent, the important point is that a great deal of success is to do with marketing: the actual quality is kind of beside the point.

Big Star’s lyrics were often every bit as decadent as The Rolling Stones’, but their sweet high sound was perhaps dissatisfying to Cabal – or it was just bad luck. Either way, without marketing all their talent came to nothing.

As our society becomes ever more intricately interconnected & thus amenable to the puppeteer’s hand, success & failure are increasingly a matter of Cabal planning. Thus, something like Cardi B’s WAP (“wet-ass pussy”) is a success; according to Wikipedia:

Upon release, “WAP” received widespread critical acclaim. For Pitchfork, Lakin Starling called it “a nasty-ass rap bop, bursting with the personality of two of rap’s most congenial household names”, adding, “the detailed play-by-play in the verses doesn’t aim to impress guys—and that, the song suggests, is why Cardi and Meg’s expertise is credible,” as they “center themselves as women in order to freely celebrate their coveted power, sex appeal, and A1 WAP.” Jon Caramanica of The New York Times deemed it “an event record that transcends the event itself”, and stated that both rappers “are exuberant, sharp and extremely, extremely vividly detailed” in the song that “luxuriates in raunch”. Rania Aniftos of Billboard described the song as a “twerk-ready, scorching banger”. Mikael Wood of Los Angeles Times deemed it a “savage, nasty, sex-positive triumph” and stated that “the women’s vocal exuberance is the show—the way they tear into each perfectly rendered lyric and chew up the words like meat”.

There’s music journalism for you. They are talking about this:

I found the video unusually disturbing; I would broadly agree with the Vigilant Citizen: I can’t speak for specific details but my first (and last) impression was of something like a homage to, or advertisement for, MK Ultra, with purposefully disorienting visuals and music, and an atmosphere not so much of sexuality as of servitude and perversion.

So, consider the Cardi B video, and then listen to Big Star’s ‘The Ballad of El Goodo’ and consider that the former is being aggressively pushed by Cabal and their journalist/corporate puppets, and the latter disappeared without trace.

The Iconic Hitchens Walk

Peter Hitchens once again on fine form.

This must be what it would feel like to be the last human on Earth, hounded by shrieking genetic mutants, androids and robocops, as you stroll through Oxford gazing sadly up at the buildings erected by long-dead, unsurpassable forebears. I am struck by the sense of melancholy deep interiority, of being as it were the last survivor of a civilisation in ruins.

“powerful agents to the uninitiated”

As I wrote earlier, one of the very few useful lessons from my expensive school – when I was about 12 the teacher brought in Left & Right-wing newspaper clippings covering the same event, and helped us analyse the bias, the lie-by-language. Two decades later I remember Peter Hitchens somewhere covering a riot in Pakistan, the adherents of the Religion of Peace rising up and attacking British embassies with identical, brand-new hammers and burning hundreds of identical, brand-new Union Jacks. He asked, from where exactly did they procure the flags? Is there a British shop selling literally hundreds of Union Jacks in Lahore or Karachi?

Most of the news is, to some degree, Fake News. After a while you start to notice, and then you ask, what is happening behind the scenes here? It can ruin simple pleasures, for example I was watching the video for Sharon Van Etten’s ‘Seventeen’ and, as she is standing on a stepladder in a lake

screaming at the camera,

I immediately thought of her likely response when the director told her “okay, next scene you’re on a ladder, in a lake, screaming”, the first few dozen takes as she shivered, looked pissed off, started laughing, stumbled and nearly fell into the water, everything behind the few seconds of her at 2:55 standing on a stepladder and rather declaiming:

I know what you’re going to be

I know that you’re going to be

You’re crumbling up just to see

Afraid that you’ll be just like me.

The Red Pill can become something of a meta-red-pill. I first heard it in relation to MGTOW, with men like Sandman having realised the nature of female behaviour, or at least the kind of women he meets & is drawn to & draws; then in about 2015 it came to describe the dissident Right, who are often strongly opposed to MGTOW.

At its essence, the Red Pill is the peeling-off of illusions, usually through painful disenchantment & betrayal (there would be no dissident Right if mainstream Conservatism actually conserved anything). A side effect is the habit of scrutinising all that glitters; so I was unsurprised by Milo’s accusations regarding Lauren Southern’s thottery (ably covered by Morgoth).

Glitter is the danger sign. Glitter and the implausible, e.g. an obscure Canadian Psychology professor suddenly giving speeches to the Trilateral Commission, a Rothschild banker appearing out of nowhere as an independent candidate for the French presidency, hundreds of Pakistan rioters with identical, brand-new Union Jack flags. It is all theatricality & deception. The meta-Red Pill is a sidelong wary glance towards such things, a distrust of anything that looks too good.

The deception works on many, but then initiation is always highly restricted.