"Just Get The Vax So We Can Open Up Again" is Infantile Abdication

This attitude is the same kind of reasoning women use to stay with abusive partners. Just put up with it and pretend you don't know on some level that you're refusing to see.

“Normally a cult is a small island of weirdness in a much larger dominant society. in our case, that equation is reversed, so it’s the dominant society that has become the cult, and those of us who haven’t converted to the New Normal ideology, we’re the samll islands in this dominant society” - CJ Hopkins

There’s a lot of western feminists insisting these days that domestic violence must end now. As if stomping their feet and yelling loudly has magic powers and the house of violent men will get blown down from the power of their fury. Now, I shouldn’t need to have to lay it out but our placid mind lakes are pretty empty and our amygdalas are extremely inflamed and we are now addicted to being outraged, lusting after our next conversion into screaming gaping holes, so let me lay it out. Yes, domestic violence is terrible, awful, bad, and we must be doing whatever we can to stop it. What fills me with rage, in return, apart from how fucking hard it is to say anything vaguely complex these days, is the way this has to be a binary issue. Black and white. Zero and one. In one column, domestic violence victims. In the other, perpetrators. We love the punitive angle. It makes us feel a flicker of warmth for a quarter of a second. Our conversation does not see fit to extend itself to talk of ideas of prevention. The would be some kind of capitulation somehow.

After all, this is enjoyable, this public flaying of men, how much more enjoyable it is to think about how disgusting and shit they are and how it’s just a really on-trend thing to think, like it’s all fresh and has a good Instagram filter. Men are dirty useless pieces of shit, men are. We like to talk about them the way we like to talk about all people now, as if they’re a category. The category that you can say shit about. Abstracted unchangeable flattened out floating blips on a screen. To talk about men committing domestic violence being positioned within a certain society with certain stressors is taboo. It is somehow weakening the argument. It’s explaining away their violence. It’s unnecessary, when all men need is the magic rage words, and their violence will suddenly stop. The idea seems to be that all of these men who give in like cowards to using violence to get what they want are just, like, being violent out of their privilege, the endless and constant power that comes with having a big throbbing cock, so that it’s just a simple flick of the privilege switch to turn it off. Not a recalibrating of their stupefied nervous systems. Not a removal of their stupid fuckass bodies from out of capitalism and into sanity, into a world that’s cooperative, harmonious, helpful, with work in it that’s not dripping with bullshit. Not a removal out of a world that has developed some kind of wild global psychosis pretending it’s not a deathcult. Zeros and ones. Binary little stick figures, switching on and switching off, pure neoliberal subjects whose violence doesn’t have anything to do with their environment, with lockdown, with job losses, with the decimation of our actual societies and our actual earth. They can turn their loss of control off, like a tap, because the cancellers think to that depth and cos they fucking well say so.

Like, seriously, western feminists. They’ve never been more fucking tedious than they are now and never been less effective at changing anything. But they’ve got a taste now, for the cheap kind of power that is all that’s allotted to the 99% these days. Aspartame power. They’re not gonna effect any change vertically, because they don’t seem to much care about that, oddly, unless it’s an avatar of a nice blue team. It’s just, like, sidelined out of their consciousness. Too tedious, class and power. Too scary. Best ignore the rumblings of authoritarianism that our refusal to face down has allowed to fester like a giant blister ripe with pus. That our rampant, raging fear of death has exposed, so that we’ll yell and cheer and kowtow for governmental measures that are insane, if you bother to look closer, if you have some level of understanding of global public health pandemic practice before 2020, if you dare to question. If you just dare to have the guts to look up and see it, peering its metal eye at your face.

The ushering in of authoritarianism is being condomed via these very same people. The neoliberalised duffers who hang out in the carcass of the west’s old labour parties, which long ago sold-out to the capital concerns that now rule our societies but that’s apparently okay. The lazy institutionalised fucks who simply refuse to see what is here. Who fell easily and early into the easy rationalisation that anyone who questions power, questions government, questions whether we’re being taken advantage of in our fear and our lack of support and our sweet inner obedience. Our desire for a good life.

There seem to be a lot of people who don’t historically understand that this right now is how tyranny begins. They’ve perpetrated and condoned the slicing us all up into two convenient little spreadsheet columns: The Good People in one column and The Trumptards in the other. Because it gives them a dopamine hit. It feels like Mummy and Daddy are patting them on the head and saying what good kids they are. How much they care about everyone’s welfare. How responsible they are. What a gorgeous girl.

Donald Trump is a gift that keeps giving. Democrats cultists’ giant shadows projected out into the real world. It terrified them so much, seeing it out in the world, the opposite side of the coion, that they lost control. Now, they have retreated into their own fantasies of being on the golde side of the global capitalism web. The good side. Because good or bad or corruption doesn’t run through a society like a web, through everyone and into everything. It runs in binary. A digital good or bad. Easy. The good floods out into the world when the red team is in, and runs with blood only when the blue team comes in. Except for that George W Bush guy. He’s a good guy now because … dunno, really. Painting, or something?

Look, I don’t want to just focus on deathcult Democrats all the time because to be fair, we’re all mad in some way now. We have been made mad. It’s been going on for a good century, this pressure. So much so that when you see someone talking about the unbearableness of it all, of this system encroaching, and then it turns out it’s 1953 or something when they’re speaking from, it tilts the world on its axis a little. Things were bad then for those who understood the shape of the system. Knowing people could feel the madness blowing back through the years then, it helps put into perspective what an absolute propaganda palace we’re living in today. All those absolute cunts, rent-free in our heads.

So I don’t mean to go off at deathcult Democrats, but I guess I just feel a little but furious that they are the ones opening the door and ushering in the kind of fascism they are unable to recognise, while yelling at everyone else in the process. The mind fascism, the medical fascism, the fourth industrial revolution’s smart cities all up in your vagina, measuring your temperature, offering you labiadvertising. Up in all your insides, in your head, sucking you dry, taking away your remembrance of what it meant to occupy your own mind. The liberals. They already get so much. The unquestioned cultural top of the heap. The righteous ones, blonde hair waving in the breeze, sunlight shining through their tresses. The ones who are so full of love, of equality for people. Who want rights for everyone. Who unquestioningly trust all of our institutions. Who love the rules-based order. America, America, America. Their home sweet home. The ones who are so starved for love that all it takes is some love hearts on the lawn to win them over. So desperate for it to be right, to be as they need it to be.

They must know somehow. They have to know that the nice man has a giant throbbing dick poking out of his pants. All those stories from those bad radicals must seep in sometimes. That graphic, seen quickly at 10pm, of all the US airbases round the world. Vietnam. Iraq. The Patriot Act. The fearmongering. The censorship. The children in cages. The trickling up. The stimulus checks not appearing. The jobs gone. The big fat funds to Israel continuing. It must seep in, some of it. They must know, the way the woman who’s going to get bashed again knows but puts it out of her mind because it’s 3pm and that’s later and let’s just enjoy this nice cup of tea and the late afternoon sunlight now. They must know that things are so bad on one level that they must be compartmentalising, sending it out into exile. Out into exile so that when a Trump comes along, or a virus (even one with a high survival rate), those exiled traumatised parts come into play, will do anything to make it stop. But maybe this time it’ll be okay. Magical thinking. Incantations. When you can’t change something, when you’re panicking, when you’re being thrown into whatever ancient trauma patterns you came spewing out of your childhood with, gasping onto the shore. And then the nice blue people say soothing words. They want to look after you. They are only out for your safety. Take the vaccine. Take the vaccine. Even if we don’t believe it ourselves, even if we’ve heard that they don’t even do what traditional vaccines do, I want to go out to a restaurant again. And I want to obey. It makes me feel safe, if I’m being honest. Obeying feels good. It feels simpler. It all feels so simple. It all feels so safe. So safe.

The bad people will all be put out there in the dark. Those anti-vaxxers. Those Trumptards.

Don’t think that those people might be different. That they might have larger EQs. That those people might be braver is an unthinkable differential. It’s wilful refusal to consider that it might not be good obedient people on one side and dumb, selfish idiots on the other who don’t trust the science. Because again, it’s projecting. The people on the other side, who are questioning all of this, are from a wide range of the political spectrum (while we’re here, the far left should hang its head in shame at its capitulation to authoritarianism in 2020. It of everyone had access to the knowledge of the raging class war over previous decades, of the society we had lost, of power corruption, and it too gave in. For the same reason - not wanting to be seen as Trumptards? I suspect that’s some of it. I am so full of rage and betrayal at that, but at least we know where we’re at now, how there is hardly any actual left sensibility left. That our brains have been so easily dessicated as we’ve politically devolved over the last 30 years).

Anyway, people keep saying that left and right distinctions don’t matter anymore. I don’t know if I agree, but I can see their point on one level. Those of us who are doing the work of holding the picture in front of our faces and fighting back at it, we see where we’re at. We’re quite diverse, funnily enough. And we’re very tired now of this gutlessness. We feel the fear of speaking out. We (if you’re anything like me) don’t give a shit anymore about speaking up and being mislabelled a Trumptard by fearful people. We see what power and corruption has done for decades. We feel the rage of injustice more than we feel the fear. We despise the easy corralling of people into different channels, their fear, their desire to belong, their anxiety, their selfish laziness used against them. Their patently insane refusal to look the monster, to see he’s not going to change, to see that he’s going to continue doing what he’s doing, that he despises them, so that they turn and stand with others against all this authoritarianism, at the latest version of division and conquering, this pathetic, censorious, silencing of anything they can’t handle.

Get the fuck off the internet if you can’t handle it. Go to your fucking room. The adults want to chat.

Stop thinking this is all going to be fine just as long as you go along. Stop demanding an end to the type of private violence that is a microcosm of the public violence you refuse to see. Stop making the rest of us do the work of looking at this horror show, at your compliance with it. In your desire to return to normal, you are acceding instead to the New Normal. It’s a really stupid bet, one that’s not going to pay off. And it’s one I’m sick of watching you make.

Stand up against unnecessary tyranny. Stand up for something, for fuck’s sake, that’s in the public square. Stop conforming to how you want things to be and instead look at the corrupt, bloated monster that is ours to slay. The Dalai Lama did say western women will save the world. But then again, the Dalai Lama was a CIA asset (is there nothing sacred left?) so I don’t know what he was referring to. We all know the wars the CIA wants western feminists to fight. The CIA, that glorious intersectional agency, where you can get a really fine work/life balance while you’re enabling them to bomb the brown women and children you claim to care for at home but don’t give a fuck about abroad. We all know the wars Coca-Cola wants western feminists to fight. The horizontal ones. The screaming insistent ones. The ones that demonstrate what a dessicated husk of sanctimony western feminism has become, fallen in on itself like so much here as we decompose faster now.

There is a different war they should be fighting. The class one. The one that’s murdering Palestinian women. The one that’s trying to gain further control of people, digging its surveillance claws in, its creepy fucking tentacles into every aspect of our lives, sucking us dry, sucking the world dry, using us as experimental guinea pigs cos the clinical trials on these things they’re trying to stick in our arms are not due to finish till 2023.

Face it down. We are waiting for you to gather up your guts and turn and face the monster with us. It’s time for us to grow up.

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