The Stupid Panopticon

Know what I hate?

The stupid goddam panopticon. Ooh, they can see you! God forbid you and your life are visible.

It’s what isn’t said, it’s what doesn’t need to be said and so what is never, ever said once, in all of human history, almost, and if it is it is quickly erased or “reinterpreted.”

It’s what happens because they can see you, that’s all fine, listening to Foucault, we don’t question that, that if someone sees you doing something we have all agreed we won’t do, that they are going to hurt you, that they are free to hurt you, that any stranger is obliged to hurt you, that is not apparently a problem but remains a solution – but Foucault would like his privacy, please, this is the answer, that we should all hide and do the things we shouldn’t do in private.

Privacy, don’t you know.

Is this really how it is for you all, for most people? The “don’t get caught,” idea is the best you expect, as good as it gets? And everyone being free to hurt a transgressor, this is OK, this is good, what’s wrong with everyone hurting everyone, as long as it’s for a “good cause?” And just “privacy” rights for those that can afford them? Like, of course we all have the right to violently coerce one another, but let’s add a “right to privacy?”

Because it is seeing one another that is the problem, of course I’m going to attack you if I see you, duh.

Hide better.

Jeff

Sept. 3rd., 2023

Gordian

I don’t see a solution – so I can’t write anything.

You can’t reason a creature out of aggression it has not reasoned itself into. They want to fight, so if you do, there’s a fight. They want a fight, and you don’t – they think that disagreement is a fight, and they start. I‘m flummoxed.

I cannot imagine how I am supposed to deal with a mind that thinks a plea for peace is a fight, a mind impervious to words. Don’t get me wrong, either, this is not a new problem or question for me, I’ve been running against this wind for sixty years. (Thanks for the earworm, Mr. Seger.) Once they imagine you are the enemy – well, online, they talk about how the Friend Zone is bad and a lifetime assignment. Enemies are far more important, the Enemy Zone is an oubliette.

I see this in macro, I see humanity in general this way, aggressive, as a genetic trait, and same for same – words mean nothing to them. Nothing anyone can say, be they a thousand recent extinct animals or a world of starving humans, can convince them to stop their fighting, to stop forcing fossil fuel and mineral extraction on a world those things are killing. They talk about what “people,” do, and “Human Nature,” but come on – “people” do what they must for food and the people on top are the only ones making any choices at all, and who in this world is allowed to be a human in “nature?”

What is natural about human life, who is left alone in life to develop “naturally?”

Nobody.

We live in human unnature, “nature,” doesn’t seem to require that mothers of any other species injure their own children to “prepare them for life.” They can tell us human “nature,” is any goddam thing they want, because with the other hand they are insuring their own children and no-one else will ever be able to know what a natural human really looks like, no-one can ever know the difference.

You hear me? “Aggressive,” but not “because nature?

Aggressive for reasons, real world reasons. Reasons we could know and deal with, if it wasn’t locked in a closet labelled Plato’s religiot – OK, mystical, “nature.” Sorry, sort of. Nah, screw that guy.

Again, don’t get me wrong, I agree, that awful Human Nature is indeed what we look like, it’s hard to make a case that it’s not exactly what we are – but it’s not natural, is the point. We could stop fucking making it that way all day every day – if you were a creature that cared a damn about words, if you weren’t an animal heard to say a million times a day, “I hit them to teach them to listen.” If you weren’t so aggressive that to suggest to you not to beat your own beloved children doesn’t sound like a challenge to fight.

If you’re sure I’m not talking about you, congratulations, I’m proud of you.

But I have no idea what could ever be done for the rest, when, “peace,” means “fight,” I don’t know how to get around that, your aggression is perfect, immutable, you have it completely sussed and no-one is going to be able to stop you from doing whatever it is you’re doing.

Hooray, you.

Jeff

Aug. 19th., 2023

The Marshmallow Anger Test

What if it wasn’t a marshmallow?

What if it wasn’t a treat, what if it wasn’t the guilty pleasure you already knew you weren’t really supposed to have, the thing that has been set up as an extra and jolly good luck on your part since approximately the day you were born? What if it wasn’t your childish greed you were being rewarded for keeping in check?

Rewards, delayed ‘gratification,’ a sweet is a ‘gratification,’ the connotations are as I’ve already said, greed, illicit desires on your part – what if it was something you were supposed to have that they rewarded you for delaying your ‘gratification,’ about? Your human rights, for instance. Your righteous anger about unfairnesses in general and in particular.

This is not a new thought, that we are rewarded for self denial – but what if it wasn’t just about you and your denial either, like what if that wasn’t the end of it? What if they took what you denied for your self, and stowed it away for their own later use? What if you were abstaining because they say it’s not good for you to have the not a marshmallow, but then we see they have a large storehouse full of everyone’s not marshmallows to have whenever they like?

This morning’s medication session ended with this sudden thought, that the Marshmallow Test’s ‘delayed gratification,’ and Antisocialization Theory’s national stored rage are one and the same, that they are testing your capacity to hold a charge.

Jeff

Aug. 16th., 2023

The Books and the Children

I’m ashamed to say, I don’t think I ever realized the book burning of the German Nazis in the 1930s and ‘40s meant children’s books, I wasn’t thinking when I learned of it as a child, as children’s books, I was imagining adult sexual stuff, political stuff. Of course it was all of it, and it is presently in America too, all of it.

I am sorry to be a downer, but seeing it today about children, it’s . . . it’s so awful that I need pen and paper to comprehend it all at once, good Lord.

I’ve had the most miserable insight about it, which, Tweeting it isn’t clearing my buffer, I haven’t written a blog in months, I finally have a personal thing to work through this year, but I have to for this, it’s making me. The insight:

For years I’ve been making the point that spanked, abused children grow up angry, looking for a fight they’re allowed to have – psychology says this causes all sorts of personal problems, and much biology seems happy to let psychology have the point and the branch of knowledge – but Jeff’s version of biology says, from Sapolsky, that personal problems, sure – but mostly deflection. So some grow up sad, some addicted, but in the simpler world of the past there were fewer options, and still the main, evolved and socially constructed option is to grow up strong and angry, loaded, ready to be discharged when appropriate. Eighteen year old boys and young men seem to display it the most, they are perhaps allowed to the most, it is the evolved thing, as I said, so it is literally normal. It is normal, and war is normal, and apparently police states are normal.

Armchair revolutionaries like myself, we see a tedious, repetitive world of wars and young men getting into fights, this is the human condition, life is tears because of all the hate and violence that we cannot seem to solve for. An abused, angry young man, perhaps doesn’t worry so much, his overwhelming sense, his genes and his abuse are screaming at him, fight! We see a solution in a fight when that’s who we are. The world may suck, but if I fight, I can make myself some space.

But the Nazis, and the books, good Lord. I see a world of endless wars that one only leads to the next, I see war and fighting as the problem, the eternal scourge of humanity, I think this defines liberals or progressives – they see some final solution. They somehow do not see past the next fight, they somehow do not connect their desire to fight to every other warrior in our fractured histories’ identical sense of a violent “solution,” forever – “gonna be different this time,” (Talking Heads) sort of thing: always deluded, pretending they are not looking for final solution number ten thousand.

So the books.

Holocaust denial, slavery denial. CRT denial.

They are arranging to make sure their kids think a violent solution is new, that this generation is trying something never tried before. You censor historical hate, and then you say here’s the brand new solution, T just invented it! I mean, you beat them spare, then you utterly control their knowledge so that they have no idea of the real world, to make misinformed hate soldiers of your own children. How much do they hate their own children, this is impossible for me to grasp, I your mother, want you intentionally wrong and stupid and to maybe die young in a fight or a war after never being allowed a moment of freedom, OMG.

It’s like a scene in a movie, an ultimate intimidation: if I will zombify, parasitize, and weaponize my own child, imagine what I will do to you.

The more I learn about it, the more I learn that hate and war destroy everyone equally, both sides are cast into the very same Hell. What do they think they are saving the world for after they destroy their own children?

I guess that’s an ending, metaphor not intended. Damn.

Jeff

Sept. 27th., 2022