A cause for pause, is James Higham's post about the Frankfurt (Marxism) School, over at Orphans of Liberty.
It is salutary to recognise the source, breadth and depth of the encroaching darkness and to see so clearly delineated the anti-human foulness of those who have brought it about. To grasp the enormity of the destruction they have wrought out of their arrogant belief in the overriding, ineluctable truth of their theory. To survey the effect on us all of their concerted will to force us by lies, brainwashing and subversion to conform our lives, our behaviour and imagination, our very selves, to their corrupting dystopia.
The brutality inherent in their project to eliminate millennia of human development and growth, to destroy cultures, minds and lives and to create anomie, suffering, bewilderment and anarchy on a scale which even two world wars, two nuclear bombs, a Tojo, Hitler and Stalin together could not achieve, is appalling. They seriously wanted, and their disciples fervently intend, to reduce the totality of society to Year Zero, and then to start again under their beneficent leadership.
And yet these mutually masturbatory men (men? but look, there's Caroline Lucas, hiding in the Green Corner) are saints to many of today's politicians and educationists. They are lauded in Academe where any who name their wickedness for what it is are excluded from conversation in its groves: swivel-eyed moral untermenschen, outcast from the university. The Marxists, meanwhile, name scholarly institutes in each others' honour and filch their funding out of the pockets of the poor, deluded, taxpaying lumpenproletariat, and are spoken of in awed tones in the intellectual salons.
It is the demoralising daily realisation of the absolute reality of this nihilistic wickedness which increasingly renders me unable to blog. Day after day I find myself thinking, 'What is the point? Of this - or of any form of protest? Their Final Solution is coming, it seems, but will not reach its apotheosis in my lifetime so why do I not just close my eyes and enjoy the scent of the roses?'
I am getting older, and the dreadful truth of the destruction of our society, its history, its values, its people, is making me feel older than I am. So maybe they are defeating me. As they always said they would.
The cultural Marxists are ascendant. Gramsci in particular is proving triumphant. Marxist anti-culture has an iron grip on all aspects of life in Western society, and most of all on education. Subtle Marxist fifth columnists and their useful (intelligent-seeming) idiots, in all sorts of motley, are working determinedly to prohibit and then eliminate those last resistant tendencies if the human subject which they cannot control. The innate human religious impulse comes to mind as an example. I wonder to observe myself thinking, 'Thank God for American Christian fundamentalists. If they ever fall to the Frankfurt School, they will at least have the honour of having fought the good fight, of having run the race to its finish, and they did better than I.'
And then the Marxists will have their wish: society will have been destroyed.
And then what will they do? Obviously the Marxist elite (for it will be they who govern) will deploy arms and terror in order, as a sine qua non, to ensure minimally sufficient order (let us not speak of law or justice) in the wasteland to provide them, if no-one else, with food and water.
Will there be killing fields? Maybe. Surely not. The driven-snow Marxist scholars, Critical Theory-ists and New Left-ists - the Georg Lukacses, Willhelm Reichs and Adolphe Milibands of our day, are too squeamish for such brutal honesty, too dainty to dirty their hands. Perhaps they are, rather, the progeny of Fotherington-Thomas and Madeleine Bassett, believing that their nihilism will achieve its ends bloodlessly, painlessly, over the Primrose Hill (fair trade) tea table, or over Kaffee und Kuchen in the Römerplatz. They never look out of the double-glazed, soundproof windows in their ivory towers, clubs and thinktanks, to see the suffering their works have already caused.
And after they have won, and all is reduced to the wasteland of their dreams, to Year One or Year Zero, what then?
Will they introduce their own mad post-civilisation calendar? How serviceable will dialetical materialism look when dialetics are banished in favour of mute submission to the Peoples' Commissars and the only material known to the People is the cold ashes of their homes and some of their former occupants, of their contemptible 'cathedrals' and schools, of their despicable false-consciousness 'writings', 'paintings' and 'music' manuscripts. Still. The Commissars will no doubt have a Five Year Plan handy so it'll all work out as well as... Uncle Joe's Five Year Plans. Or Gordon Brown's. (Couldn't resist, sorry.)
How will they prevent the masses from singing counter-revolutionary songs around the shitfire (© Stanislav)? From weaving their dreams of liberty into new poems? From weaving their dreams of liberty into new poems and compiling the poems into samizdat books to be passed down the generations? How will they stop the lumpenkinder from hearing their parents' whispered tales of old legends of liberty, and dreaming heroic dreams of breaking free from control of their every thought and movement by the Commissars?
What will historical inevitability look like, after the Marxists have won?
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A post more or less like this one has been submitted to Orphans of Liberty and may appear there over the next few days.
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