Notes from a cluttered mind

Episode 8: Confessions of a Nazi

I usually try to keep Monday’s “Notes” posts lighthearted, but today I’m a bit under the weather and, as a result, I’m surly. And what follows needs saying: with 9 days left before election day, the Democratic Party has fine-tuned and now fully committed to its closing message for the 2024 Presidential race. And that message is this: people who vote for Kamala Harris — citizens and undocumented migrants alike — are Good and Righteous. They alone, among earthly creatures, walk with the angels, and they alone serve as protectors of our Constitutional order, guardians of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, (amen!); they are the beneficent, the charitable, the sympathetic to those less fortunate and oppressed — and they in their beatitude forestall a tide of cold brackish corruption sure to be unleashed by the “far right,” a pestilential deluge certain to drown the country in a maelstrom of suffocating fascist rule.

Alternately, the benighted and ugly cretins who vote for Donald Trump — degraded in their genetics and inferior in their cultural fashioning — are filthy, vulgar, and unreconstructed in their myriad hatreds. They are dumb animals. Vile. Evil. They are racist to the core. Nazis in their hearts. And as Nazis, they exist in their extremism unthinkingly and programmatically, glutted with darkness, their souls black and grubby. And they must be rejected, these Nazis — thoroughly and completely — by anyone who lays claim to a soul or a conscience.

This closing Democratic Party message is as clear and as plainly articulated as I’ve ever heard it in the fifteen presidential election cycles I’ve lived through. Democrats — or rather, the progressive left who has taken over the old Democratic party and galvanized behind Kamala Harris — absolutely and unapologetically despise their political opponents, whom they largely view as subhuman. Their hatred is literal and visceral. It is palpable.

The irony here, of course, is that this is precisely that kind of fevered vitriol and scapegoating of fellow citizens — spurred on by a rancorous, unforgiving, dehumanizing socialist ideology that sees dissenters as regime enemies ripe for reeducation (or worse) — that animated actual Nazis.

I do not recognize this segment of America. These ruthless, power-mad, sanctimonious zealots do not see us as neighbors or co-workers or fellow citizens. They don’t see in us human beings struggling to make sense of our time on this spinning ball of space rock. Instead, they view us only as corporeal impediments to their committee-planned forever dominion over us. We are meat speed bumps slowing down Progress and denying Hope, reactionary relics clinging to their God and their guns — all in an effort to stop the glorious dawning of the New World Order, lead by the New Man, living in a sustainable Utopia designed by the Elect where you’ll own nothing, and you’ll be happy.

Kamala Harris at once is claiming that she’ll be President to all Americans, while her campaign is closing with the clear and strident pronouncement that half the population — the menagerie of “freaks,” as one pundit called us, wrongheaded and base and deserving of scorn — doesn’t warrant the blessings of liberty, nor the rights of free men. At least, not without some deserved correctives introduced to our speech and thought by way of government minders who will serve as our applied moral compass.

A precedent for social credit governance, this all is. Neo-feudalism. Peddled as virtue.

These are very dangerous, very sick people. They are odious zealots, and their bloodlust is growing increasingly near. We are going down the road every country usurped by collectivist True Believers has gone down historically. And if we don’t arrest this now, I fear we won’t long be able to do so later. Not peacefully, anyway.

That’s all I’ll say today. My head is light and spinning. But I will leave you this:

A Re-Declaration of Independence

Be it so understood:

I refuse to “unpack white violence.” I reject the idea that my existence “perpetuates white power structures.” I will not — and in fact cannot — “examine my implicit biases.” I’m an individual. I refuse to grant determined interpretive communities authority over my being. My meaning is mine. It is what makes me me.

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I’m not taking any “journey” to “discover” the impact of my “privilege” on “black and brown peoples.” I will not become “anti-racist” or “anti-fascist” to satisfy your demands. I reject Cultural Marxism. I am an individual. I’m not defined by my color, my religion, my sex. I’m Jeff.

I will not “respect your pronouns” or “celebrate” your “queerness.” I am hostile to your sexualizing of children. I reject your neologisms, your “triggers,” and your desire to control my speech. I know who and what you are: you are my presumptive master, or else the Useful Idiot who empowers him. But I will grant you and your ideology no power over me.

I reject “equity” because it is collectivism disguised as virtue. I reject “inclusivity” because it is inorganic, superficial, and contrived. I reject mandated “diversity”: I will not surrender to the Crayon Box Mafia, nor to the gender changelings who pretend I am a construct answerable to their whims.

“Cultural appropriation” is merely culture: it expands to include, and it makes up the very fabric of a pluralist society. There’s no such thing as “digital blackface.” My whiteness is not “violent”; my sex is not “oppressive”; my religion doesn’t concern you; and my children are not yours to mold. Your beliefs will not be imposed on me. The State will not parent my sons.

“Queer theory” is “critical race theory” is “critical consciousness” is the Marxist rejection of the individual as individual. Cultural Marxism is determined to raze norms, sow chaos, tear families asunder, and reduce being to collective conformity. I reject its premises as fully as I reject its adherents. I will not comply.

I will not mouth your slogans. I will not denounce on command. I am not your tool, and you are not my minder. I reject your social hectoring. I find abhorrent your authoritarian urges. I laugh at your disingenuous outrage. From me you will receive no apologies. I reject your premises entirely, and I hereby reclaim my time.

My speech is my own. I reject each of your excuses to silence me. I don’t ask for your protections. I can filter information without your interference, and I despise your presumption to protect me from myself.

I am your sworn enemy, as you are mine. I will not perform for you. I will not read from your script or dance in your follies. I utterly reject your revisionism, your ahistorical impertinence, your presentism, your self-appointed expertise. I will not bow before your theorists, nor admire your social prophets.

I am not a disease. My existence doesn’t “warm the planet.” I’m not interested in your “sustainability” concerns. I am not yours to manage.

I won’t eat your bugs, live in your pods, surrender my cars, or without consent be packed into your cities. I reject your charity. I unmask your intentions. I know what a woman is; I know that any member of any racial group can practice racism; I know that 2+2=4, regardless of how contingent you wish to make reality. I despise your ideology. I refuse your relativism. You are not the Elect, and I am not answerable to the various neuroses you wear as badges of honor.

I know you better than you know yourselves. You are conditioned. Programmed. Automotons who believe themselves sentient beings. Your intolerance of “hate” is not a virtue. It’s a ruse. An excuse to practice your own intolerance and luxuriate in your own hatreds. You are a self-fulfilling prophecy. You are that which you claim to despise, and I am that which you claim to be.

I see you. Clearly. And I aim to misbehave.

I strive to be self-sufficient. I honor the founding ideals of my country, and I work to live up to their measure. I recognize the great fortune of my birth. History does not frighten me. I reject your blood libels: I am not responsible for that which I didn’t do, nor are you victims of what was never done to you. I will not proclaim your goodness while knowing your evil.

I am a free man. You wish to take me from me. You will fail. I will win. And God willing, I will live to spit on your graves.

Outlaw.

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