With Faint Praise
Sep. 27th, 2019 05:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)

Ugh. I agreed to go out tonight with the younglings. KC's thirtieth birthday and as she is my favorite, and I do remember not enjoying myself at all during the "turning thirty", I will comply. So today is more coffee and less sleep. It isn't that much of a burden.
Screed:
More and more I am becoming torn by the essay by Rosenberg. I blew up quite a few words yesterday over this piece wandering down a path that just didn't play out. I can't for the life of me put my finger on what is bugging me about it though. But I am starting to see how things are put together so I might take a little meander in this post trying to put my thought in order. Who knows
Today, the problem focused around a word and a song. The song is noted below in the usual place. The word is structuration.
Now, this is going to piss some people off, but I am going to go all academic on y'all for a bit. Let's talk about the fucking Brits, the third way, and that fuckhead Anthony Giddings. Right now, us and the Brits are in the same shit-bag of trying to be globalists. But the fly in the ointment is that a majority of the population is at best ambivalent and for the most part opposed (as is your humble correspondent) to globalization.
Globalization is part and parcel of the mass-manufacturing, industrial society. Peoples and cultures and local economies are to be submerged into a unified global culture where acquisition of stuff and hoarding of wealth is to be the primary driver. This hoarding of stuff will allow the current holders of stuff to retain and increase their privilege all the while. The problem is that the globalist system pretty much requires that the hoi polloi such as you humble correspondent be integrated into the world system and the wages and true lifestyle choice be reduced to that of, let's say, a Bangladeshi bricklayer.
Chief among the proponents of this abortion was Lord Anthony Fucking Giddings and his toothy bitch Tony Blair. Two English toffs who desperately wanted to return to the time-honored traditions of fucking Her Majesties subjects raw. To do this, they implemented the policies that temporarily gave the English a moment of respite from the time honored tradition. But when the tradition came back into effect at the first downturn, the folks in Merry Old Pommyland got pissed and backed Brexit.
Nope, more and more as I read it, this article is an obituary for a failed way of elite thinking. Western thought over that past fifty years has celebrated the primacy of the individual. Which is great if you have exceptional talents. But most people don't. Charles Bell had the audacity to point this out and was almost lynched (that of course didn't happen because the elites can't quite bring themselves to dirty their hands._
Nope, I think that, simply put, this article is a paean to all the ideas that became so attractive among the elite because it explained their eliteness. The explanation made the whole thing sound noble. But now us proles have wised up. The third way and the Clintonian counterpart here in the US are breathing their last gasps.
The proles are rising. The cocktail parties on the Strand are just not going to be the same. Watch out folks. Andy Jackson's counterpart will arrive soon.
Me First
Date: 2019-09-27 05:18 pm (UTC)