Remember Jason Russell? He was a Christian activist who lobbied for armed intervention against Ugandan strongman Joseph Kony. More on Jason in a bit.
The Kakistocracy has been documenting just how worried this whole Islamic-militancy-thing has got our leaders. After all, enough incidents like Israel experienced from 2000 to 2005, and native-born mobs react to a quiescent government by chasing Muslims into the ocean and telling them to swim home. And the Djinn will be truly out of the lamp at that point, because the government will have lost legitimacy. High profile politicians will find themselves evicted, literally, from their offices and lots of government employee-pensions get abolished with a stroke of the new leadership's pen. Or it's full-scale coups and drumhead trials, as will probably happen in Europe.
Like Kak, I too wonder if a grim realization is beginning to nag at people, even as they nonetheless feel compelled to continue going through the motions.
How many staunch advocates realize that the philosophy underpinning their purple-faced apoplexy is almost entirely driven by externalities? That if the rails of acceptability were shifted suddenly from 10-20 on the left to 70-80 on the right, they’d abandon their cherished liberal ideals with the enthusiasm of a straight man who just felt a bulge in the crotch of his make-out partner.
It is true that most people are idiots. And most are also cowards. That’s why he who controls the narrative, controls. People will generally espouse not what they believe, but what they are permitted to believe. And this is why we have a mainstream political spectrum that ranges from liberal all the way to neocon. That these two groups, who agree on practically every fundamental of society, manage to summon the energy for even lethargic combat is a testament to the power of propaganda. That simple preservation of our civilization and its people is a topic unfit for discourse is a better testament still...
...I wonder how many mainstreamers–liberals even–sometimes take a surreptitious peek under the skirt of our lewd philosophy. I like to think a few of the semi-lucid ones are beginning to see the hideosity they’ve brought home from the bar. Not that an inchoate awareness or even rapid sobriety will cease their forward “progress.”
It will continue for now because it may do no other. As we have discussed previously, madness has its own momentum and traces a common route. Race replacement has been cheered for years as the only acceptable opinion in the West. And who dares stop applauding first? Richard the Lionhearted Lowry?
Even if there were sober men of the ascendant left who realized the enormity of their mistake, what may they do now but continue clapping? It’s possible some may even be sweating along with their betrayed countrymen…a horrified rictus where the smirk used to reside. And still they continue clanging palms like an organ grinder’s monkey. From their perspective, what else is permitted?
And from our good friend's routine eloquence, these words are what grabbed me: "madness" and "horrified rictus."
From my last post, we see two responses to our society's hysterical embrace of the other:
1. Madness in the ennervated gazes of Adriana Ford-Thompson and Pippa Bacca. They have lost their minds, like poor, brainwashed Winston Smith.
2. Here's the terrified Amy Biehl and her parents, gazing into the abyss as their limbic systems scream at their cerebrums that they are in danger and need to leave quickly:
And now, back to Mister Russell, so capably diagnosed by an anonymous AltRight author two years ago:
As people we learn to moderate our vulnerability to horror and madness by drawing boundaries around ourselves. The more prudently and conservatively we give our love and our faith, the more protected from madness we become. The more liberally we empathize or otherwise identify with strange peoples, the more heartrending their fates or their atrocities become. This is because our litmus for sanity is different than theirs. When we “go native” in Africa, we go mad, because we are not psychologically prepared for the horror that alien humanity manifests.
Jason Russell has, at least momentarily, gone mad. And he has probably been unstable for a long time. Russell’s problem is likely multifold, but central to any pathology the man has is his inability to reconcile reality to his conception of reality. For “Mister Russell,” Africans are Whites who don’t yet have coffee shops or grief counselors because of a few evil men (and, likely, White racism).
To Russell’s eye, Jacob is just one of thousands of ordinary children trapped in hell and tormented by a devil. It is an unbearable vision for the young filmmaker because he views Africans empathetically. But Russell’s is a view askew because Jacob is not White. Jacob is an organic part of a different world. A world that fits him even as it puts him at risk. A world he made before he was born.
It seems that not all White liberals are disingenuous after all. Some, the literally crazy ones, are entirely genuine.