Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Stupid Democrats

Finally I think I've come to rest somewhere, in this writing project. I often write things I don't post for one reason or another. I wrote something on the massive narcissism of Hillary Clinton and it made me think of the narcissism of Democrats in general and their amazing incompetence. It's all about them. Their journey, their job, their position or whatever. 

Their brilliant careers. Truly, we are ravaging the world with our greed but it's still all about women or gay people or blacks or whatever damn group the Democrats are carrying on about in order to feel good about themselves, basking in that warm sun of self-righteousness. And they are right, for fuck's sake, in comparison with the Republicans.

But that standard has gone so far down it's not recognizably even human. Still the Democrats can't snap out of it. Then it occurred to me that it's not from a failure to recognize the primordial actuality of the rights of other people, by dealing always in classes and categories and such, thereby turning them into abstractions, but a personal failure.

I mean really personal. These extreme narcissists like the Clintons are abstractions to themselves. They are defined in their own minds by circumstantial shit. They are unknown to themselves. From this comes the drive and the boundless neediness. They have failed to meet a precondition for respecting the rights of others, respecting themselves. 

Their selves are amorphous, feckless, futile and fleeting. Ghost selves. Their personalities are shadows and projections, not real things but images of something else, attributes in search of a point of reference, a real thing to which to refer, an actual self. There's nothing there, perhaps as a consequence of living in a culture of luxury, a cult of consumption.

The upshot is that we are irredeemably screwed. These shadow personalities are active and productive in their own right but simply inhuman and compromised by the most primal conflict of interest there is, selfishness, the impossibility of acting out of anything other than need. Ideally people can extend family feeling to all of mankind and creation. 

By extension of respect for themselves and their families, but none of that is possible. It's all tainted by narcissism. The EMILY'S LIST gang can see only, oh, my goodness, a girl president! A girl who can't get elected and who couldn't get the job done if she did, because it's not about getting the job done. How many of these people have ever mowed a lawn. 

If that mattered they would support Elizabeth Warren. Who happens to be a woman and, incidentally, someone who can get the job done, who is willing to say "this is insane" in the face of manifest insanity. Not the Clintons. Incidentals are now essentials and essentials nowhere to be seen, so the end point of everything is a shot of gratification. 

It will never end because it is the end, their purpose and conviction, in some warped sense of the word.


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