Our occasional guest-essayist Takuan Seiyo contributes another rumination on current topics, this one about the dangerously destructive Left and the multicultural monster it has created.
Sons of Onan
By Takuan Seiyo
Sometimes goddess Serendipity gives with both hands. I was looking for some dimly remembered Kurt Vonnegut paragraphs, and found them embedded in a DailyKos post entitled Vonnegut, Mother Night and Hate Propaganda by, ahem, onanyes.
In Mother Night, an American playwright by the name of Howard Campbell Jr. lives in Third Reich Germany and becomes the voice of Nazi broadcasts aimed at converting Americans to the Nazi cause. He also becomes, nonetheless, an accomplice of the American OSS (precursor to the CIA). Campbell passes secret spy reports through his well-timed coughs and throat clears like “ahem,” while on-air.
In the novel there are, as there were, American fascists who take the Goebbelsian propaganda at face value. In ruminating on the inner mechanism of one such character, Campbell makes the following observation, that I was after and that, ahem, onanyes quotes:
I have never seen a more sublime demonstration of the totalitarian mind, a mind which might be likened unto a system of gears whose teeth have been filed off at random. Such a snaggle-toothed thought machine, driven by standard or even a substandard libido, whirls with the jerky, noisy, gaudy pointlessness of a cuckoo clock in Hell. [snip]
The dismaying thing about the classic totalitarian mind is that any given gear, though mutilated, will have at its circumference unbroken sequences of teeth that are immaculately maintained, that are exquisitely machined.
Hence the cuckoo clock in Hell — keeping perfect time for eight minutes and thirty-three seconds, jumping ahead fourteen minutes, keeping perfect time for six seconds, jumping ahead two seconds, keeping perfect time for two hours and one second, then jumping ahead a year.
The missing teeth, of course, are simple, obvious truths, truths available and comprehensible even to ten year-olds, in most cases.
The willful filing off of gear teeth, the willful doing without certain obvious pieces of information…
Ruminating on the ruminations of Vonnegut’s Campbell, onanyes, ahem, writes, “That is how the fascists are.” [notice the the]. He then cites Campbell’s further observation that true believers perhaps belong in an insane asylum but people like him, Campbell, who knowingly say false and hateful things, are the ones who truly deserve punishment.
Onanyes, ahem, concludes, “I wonder if those who spread hateful, inflammatory rhetoric today will heed this moral?” The antifascist voice of truth and love then adds in the comments section, “When liberals saw 9-11, we wondered how we could make the country safe. When conservatives saw 9-11, they saw an investment opportunity.”
Another loving voice of truth then pipes in, as “bg”: “Anyway, I will compare many American Right Wingnuts to Nazis: ignorant cretins whipping-up hate and xenophobia (or willfully being whipped-up) for their own, personal gain.”
ForFreedom then knowingly says this true and loveful thing: “Mother Night bears heavily on our current media. One has to wonder whether the likes of Limbaugh and Beck would feel shame for any crimes committed in their names.” And later, “Wingnuts are the people so reluctant to laugh, so incapable of though [sic], eager to believe, and to hate…”
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Where to begin? With the Web handle of the Kossack who saved me a trip to the attic. Two years ago, I wrote two well-researched pieces about minority crime, entitled “Enough with the Obfuscation.” The first, about black crime, was subtitled Blinded, On Purpose. The second, about “Hispanic” crime, was subtitled, Autoasphyxiation, not Strangling. In the latter, I wrote this:
To see how the MS-13 is merely an opportunistic fungus growing on a decaying, decadent national body, one might take a peek at Virginia. In 2005, Potomac News informs, Virginia was home to an estimated 30,000 members of 80 gangs. Of those, the most violent is the Mara Salvatrucha, the origins of which are concisely laid out:
The gang took root during the 1980s in Los Angeles, as Salvadorans fled the country’s brutal civil war. Unwelcome by the Mexican gangs already established in L.A., the newcomers banded together for their own protection. Many had paramilitary weapons training and were intimately familiar with violence and death. The name is Salvadoran slang: “mara” for posse and “salvatrucha” for street-tough Salvadoran.
I have some questions at this point. What is the necessary connection between “Salvadorans fled the country’s brutal civil war,” and their sudden appearance as “newcomers” in Los Angeles, “banding together for their own protection”? Why are these people here, in the United States? 20% of a backward, violent, banana republic’s population? Have we lost our minds?
The Potomac News’ writer does not anticipate my questions. He can’t. If he had, he’d have lost his paycheck and sunk his career. But he does note:
The gang’s growth in Northern Virginia has been fuelled by the growing ranks of Latino immigrants, about 120,000 in Fairfax County alone.
What we are doing to ourselves is known in the lexicon of sexual perversion as auto-asphyxiation. I find the most honest definition of this term on the website of the provocatively named Ph.D. sexologist, Annie Sprinkle, who defines it as, “The act of hanging oneself in order to cut off oxygen and blood flow to the brain while masturbating.”
It’s masturbation, because we have abandoned reality for the fantasy of the imagined similarity of all people regardless of nation, creed, race, culture, gender, class, IQ, education, values, breeding, and what have you. We have given up even self-preservation in the name of the 11th, spurious commandment, “Thou shalt not discriminate.” And it is a self-execution too, as it would be for any living organism.
But onanism of the mind is perhaps the cardinal vice of the guardians of truth and love, the liberals, and their even more truthful and loving offspring, the “progressives.” Of course, there are missing-cogs Neo-Nazi cuckoo clocks too, and there are the monomaniacal Elders of Zion minipundits and the Senders-of-the-blacks to “back where they came from” (involuntarily and 200 years before the ancestors of their would-be expellers). But these hide in the swamps of Idaho and in low-membership chatrooms.
Meanwhile, Daily Kos gets 23.5 million visits per month, Saul Alinsky’s star pupil is The Most Powerful Man in the World, Nancy Pelosi is The Most Powerful Woman in the World, and Barney Frank continues saving the American financial system, at least when not pursuing his athletic passions. Jonah Goldberg has convincingly buried the canard of “Right-wing” fascism, yet there are few things harder than separation between the onanist and his stimulus.
I don’t believe that reconciliation is possible anymore. The moral righteousness pleasure that Sons of Onan derive from tightening the noose while practicing their vice is too addictive. And so, Wall Street Democrat-or-RINO banksters and Fannie-Freddie Affirmative Action saboteurs are recast as “conservatives who saw an investment opportunity,” a Wise Latina slides on the oily hosannas of white (and mostly male) U.S. Senators into a ducal fiefdom at the U.S. Supreme Court, and a black political operative in the U.S. Department of Justice run by a black race-baiter Attorney General working for an ethnocentric black U.S. President orders the squashing of an investigation of black thugs intimidating white voters, while Sons of Onan keep leafing in their minds through the glossy centerfolds of white racism and conservative malfeasance.
Arabic gets to be “the language of the future, of science and of modernity” and terrorists are released from Guantanamo so that they can continue terrorizing their too-kind former jailers. Thousands of fifth-column Muslims gather in London to demand a caliphate while the British government has already implemented a staggered caliphate, the current stage of which is a Muslims-only police force to police British Caliphate Muslims.
It’s the pointless Cuckoo Clock in Hell… The missing, filled-off teeth on the revolving gear… The willful doing without certain obvious pieces of information… The tumescence of the pleasure zones as the oxygen reaching the brain dwindles, and light fades out…
©2009 Takuan Seiyo