Sunday, 31 May 2020

We're All Jokers Now

It’s heartbreaking, watching a man get his life snuffed out by a heartless, callous, murdering police officer who ruthlessly knelt on an innocent man's neck until dead. It’s as spine-chilling watching a sword-wielding man gets his back broken – literally – while allegedly defending businesses, by a mob of rioters who used stones and skateboards to pulverise him to contorted crippledom, as happened to a man in Dallas, Texas today. It’s harder still to actually be living through these situations: mere pawns in the new era of woke politics, both sides playing out their roles as victim and oppressor, underdog and iron hand, perennially aggrieved and perennially over-empowered; as turn-of-the-century buildings and small business set aflame, the owners of those business -black and white folks alike – shed a tear.                       


Is it possible to stand for non-violence now, when the media drip feeds the public with the victim narrative of an enduring underclass? And when celebrities and social media influencers heroically rise up in support of those destroying their own cities, is it possible to protest peacefully? This sentiment was best put by political commentator Andrew Sullivan. 'The president glorifies police violence; the hard left approves of citizen violence (because of existing institutional 'violence'). Liberal nonviolence? Conservative moderation? So passé.'


With the ruling class doing its best to cling on to power the face of crony capitalism, criminal bankers, corrupt corporations and unfettered financial interventionism after the 2008 crash, the power of the dollar now enters a period of steep decline, a period of inevitable high-inflation, perhaps hyperinflation, and its collapse as a world reserve currency. Trump’s bulldozing political style, his team of ideologues; crooks and hornswogglers, have destroyed political unity, poured salt into the wounds of a divided nation, and highlighted how weak the norms of our institutions really are.

The crumbling elite rules over an underclass, itself disunited, itself at war. Who are these formidable foes, fighting it out likes ants fighting a spider in a jar shaken up by a spoilt child? Allow me to introduce them. In the red corner,  ‘Poor White People’, aka the ‘The Deplorables’, hailing from somewhere near Charleston, West Virginia, with an unbeaten record of 19 handguns, 6 assault rifles and 1 replica confederate pocket knife, carved by General Lee himself. And in the blue corner, ‘Poor Black People,’ with a record of 12 counts of marijuana possession, 3 violent crimes and 1 judge-signed invitation to the overcrowded state penitentiary. 3…2…1… Let’s get it on! Come on!

White blood and black blood bleeds red alike,
The ruling elite suffers last in this fight.

A shit fucking sandwich

But we have to destroy each other. The economy? Smash it down.
The legacy media? Eviscerate it; it’s fake news. Hillary Clinton? Lock her up. The white man? Shoot him. The black man? Stand on his neck for 9 minutes until dead. Target? Walmart? Smash them both. The workers in there? Smash them too. We saw the fury and outrage by celebrities, by the media, by every right-thinking person, when Jussie Smollett told us a noose was put around his neck by racist goons outside a Subway restaurant – he didn’t eat his 6" that night. It’s hardly surprising what you see when an actual racist act caught on film takes place; we’re left with an untoasted 6" with no sauce or cheese, stuffed full of lettuce, rotten cucumber, misinformation and lies.

The authorities have failed to enforce law and order because cracking down on protestors is bad optics for the world, friends and foes watching on surreptitiously through the cameras of the legacy media and smartphone users posting on Twitter. How dare you prevent those stores from being broken into, smashed and looted; don’t you know a black man was killed last week? The surge in electricity coming from Black Twitter would be enough to short circuit the entire state of Minnesota's power grid.  #JusticeforGeorgeFloyd – just got a 52’ T.V. from a doctor’s surgery. #JusticeforGeorgeFloyd – just burnt down a hospital. #JusticeforGeorgeFloyd – just near killed a man with a sword.

A photo too graphic to post. Here are some run-of-the-mill looters instead
A photo too graphic to post. Here are some run-of-the-mill looters instead.

The woke narrative pervades the humanities departments (as popularised by Jonathan Haidt in ‘The Righteous Mind’), the media, and seemingly the P.R. departments of media companies to the extent that if you don’t believe in the systematic oppression of the black man, you’re not an ally. If you don’t believe in the invidious, guiding hand of the patriarchy, you’re not an ally. If you don’t believe that differential outcomes in education and employment are due to a glass ceiling, you’re not an ally. If you wish to be an ‘ally’ to [insert minority group here], then you have to spend the rest of your mortal existence tweeting supportive hashtags, contriving cloying and sentimental social media posts, and sometimes donning black combat clothes, and breaking the windows, storefronts and –perhaps- bones of your enemies. Gone are the days when blacks and white linked arms peacefully in opposition to white oppression. Here are the days when if you're not apart of the violent 'solution,' you're apart of the non-violent 'problem'.

Black humans and white humans link arms at 'The March on Washington,' The National Mall, Washington, August 28 1963. 

‘Joker’ was released a year too early: a movie perfectly allegorical of our times. An aggrieved mob of MAGA-voting maniacs represent the disillusionment of the white working class, reflective of a loss of power and gruelling impoverishment pervading Middle America. ‘Joker’ though now it seems is also a living, breathing metaphor for America's other underclass; the angry victim-mentality of some black Americans and their extreme Leftist allies, aided by influencers and the media, who have hijacked legitimate protests – from good black and white folk alike  - over the death of George Floyd, and taken the U.S. from punchdrunk empire doing the chicken dance to boxer lying comatose on the canvas. With Uncle Sam unconscious, supine, presumed dead, China peers over its lifeless corpse with curious incredulity and ask: 'how was it not our tyrannical regimes that defeated Uncle Sam and ended the hopes of democracy, liberty and the rule of law?  It's such a curious thing: he managed to knock himself out. Now let's go and crush Hong Kong. Yipee'.

The U.S.A. then is a country in a state of near-collapse, with the actual enemy -of a corrupt elite- and the actual method of fomenting political change -peaceful protest and the ballot booth- in plain sight. Yet despite this, the ruling elite together with the disillusioned underclass have submitted America’s application for a fast-track downgrade from stumbling superpower to decaying corpse nation. Both groups warm themselves on the flames of burning rubber. Both groups dance on the bodies of the innocent who lie blood-soaked in the streets. Both groups plunder family businesses – run by black and white folk alike – and watch as the souls of their own neighbourhoods are ripped out from within them, their peoples' livelihoods destroyed. “Let’s go kill the white folks,” cried a lady in one of the many states burning. “Let’s go kill the white folks,” she repeated. You won’t find that on CNN; only reporters reporting on ‘the mostly peaceful protests,’ as one CNN reporter reported, a building incinerating behind him. 

A 'mostly peaceful protest,' as buildings burn.

We’ve become tired and weary of slow, incremental improvements to society. Nobody cares about the astonishing declines in violence in the past century, the incredible chance of being murdered in your lifetime. Nobody gives a shit about diminishing poverty rates, the civil rights revolution, the women’s rights revolutions, the children’s rights revolution, the gay rights revolutions, the animal rights revolutions. Punch a nazi, grab a pitchfork: we were borne sick, and we need a-healin'. We need to heal it with fire, brimstone and the shattered glass from a hundred shattered shop fronts. We need to heal it with another woke Instagram video or Twitter post from our modern-day prophets. We need to heal it wearing white face paint, a crimson two-piece suit and a green fucking wig because we’re all Jokers now, or we will be just as I can find some more face paint to go fucking loot.
                                                

U.S.A, 2020.