Scruffy Sophistry Is Still Sophistry

Unreconstructed instrumental reason and its responders cannot have empathy with man’s humanity to man as a natural state, and therefore try and build up a way for an autistic world to come to an engineered peace with itself.

But the majority of the world is not like that. People are not naturally divided, people are not required to come together, unnaturally, in a common fight or collectivised individual interests, because it is those differences that are artificial, as erroneous as the ideas of multi-cultures, race and genetic fatalism. Due to a trick of historical immaterialism, I did not have the good fortune to engage with Marx in the idea of the common struggle as an answer to the universality of problems. Which might be seen retrospectively as a common symptom of a common mindset entrapped in a common time warp, but that will have to be placed in abeyance for another moment. The common, anachronistic and antiquated struggle against a directionless system that oppresses is indicative of an attempt to mount a popular insurrection of anorexic fashion warriors against a warehouse of indestructible duvets, eiderdowns and quilts. A task undertaken armed only with fists, iron bars and the baroque verbiage of Victorian liberalism on badly packed lysergic acid diethylamide.

So, the fanciful idea, as the great Hellenist Byron might have noted, is not just to complacently and pointedly disrespect others, in what Katie Grin might polemically term a “shy wild” modus operandi, in order to recreate disrespect as a means and ends of common purposefulness and life meaning, but in order to rescind the perpetuating of a lie lead by an unholy alliance of tendentious anarchists and Gucci-aspiring Trotskyites.

Humankind is not going to liberate itself through modes and facets of disorder of neural development, impaired social interaction and communication, or by restricted and repetitive behaviour, no matter what the liberal guru de jour has to say on the matter. It is in the here and now, that the undertaking that we have before us is planted. Behind us, and ever present, is what we have, what we hold in order to progress within the demonstrations of excessive forbearance of the family of humankind, to a legationary emancipator heavy metal state, which can protract in a life embodiment of the commercial sense of presence, a replica being. In effect, what I am saying is that when the text defrauds then the underlying basis is potentially deceptive, if only in imitation.

Europe has legacies like imaginary dogs have virtual fleas. Appealing to the European legacy is like appealing to the Christian tradition, fraught with vanity, stupidity and guile, and laced with vulgar, gauche and common lack of purpose. Universal emancipation is not a legacy, but a acquiesced and natural state. The idea that we need to be lead to better behaviour, higher ideals and the Promised Land, is mendacious codswallop.

As Yeats quite eloquently put it: ” Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,  Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,  A lonely impulse of delight  Drove to this tumult in the clouds;”  But with this, he did not bother to waste energies on the chimera of global capitalist development, oh no, this was not what Yeats was about. Neither was he flirting with a defence of conservative tradition, either by empathy, affinity or coincidence, or through a vehicle of self-promotion, opportunism and sophistry. Europe has not been marginalised, and to suggest so, is as ridiculous as a plastic red nose on a bulldog in a pink tutu.

As the Bible states “Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love” Which is materially no better than an unreconstructed Stalinist trying to wrap up a “tit and minge” allegory in philosophical verbiage and literalism.

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