by Karpel Tunnel » Mon Jun 04, 2018 5:18 am
I am a member, slightly in genetic terms, of group X, so therefore I have a special connection to plot of land Y, that I have no feel for, in the way any indigenous group does, though I do have a feel for it in a mish mash of ideas, a mythology of myself. Tourists posing as people of the earth. I don’t care what group.
I think I am part of group X and this idea is something to hide in. When viewing life, death, any creative project I might make my life, I view it as one of a group, their problems mine, their enemies mine, their drama mine. And I then I walk out in my real life here, in this body, distracted by this we thinking, dulled by it, and there’s no fucking way I would give up my apartment to some member of an indigenous group or earlier settlers in this region, if they came for it with their group myths claiming their rights to what is mine. I would get a lawyer. I might shoot them if I was in the US.
I don’t want to look at how my power to do what I do comes from powers that do not give a shit about me or the people who are supposedly my enemies, but love having a foothold in a region with, sure, oil, and sure, new markets, and sure valuable to other powers. They like the fact that me and a bunch of other people will forever obsess about the people who identify with the people we displace. It creates a wonderful distraction for those powers. While I feel pride for having weapons given to me by those powers for their own purposes that disrespect both me and my enemies to the core.
Western instrumentalism giggling at the way it uses Middle Eastern deontology to fuck with its own enemies.
It’s like these group identifiers do not realize they are playing characters in the Sharks and the Jets in West Side Story so that other people who do not care about music or dance can make money off them, though the knives are real.
So. while these I AM MY GROUP pawns get used, they are also responsible, since they demand the world believe in their little musical. That it is a noble enterprise and not some joke made by advertising firms for nasty clients. Oh, you anti-Semites. Oh, you Islamophobes.they cry out, following the scripts, babbling about history, unable to face their own individual situations, and with the powers that use them, distracting and dragging down everyone else.
And, sure, bla, bla, bla, most of everyone else is just as dumb and more numb and so you can take pride in that. Oh, you have no [i][fake] group consciousness, you are not a real person, as if being superior to the mass makes one any less just a more intense version of the same idiocy.[/i]
You have to cherry pick those you compare yourself to to feel superior.
Talking tough and proud on the internet.
Just imagine some of the people who manage to pull that off and never admit how weak they really are even to themselves. There, I solved it, I came off like a real man, and I will never admit any of what they say that challenges it or my ideas bugged me in the least. I don't have to think about the shitty bookings my band gets and how I have no control over making my songs mean very much or how fucking painful deliberate practice is and I am not improving technically. Or about [woman's name] who has dropped me for someone else. To actually get into the nitty gritty of what is not working well and what might, in the small steps and struggles in situ get better. No, the noble drama of my group.
Big Brother reality TV with a little philosophy tossed in as the underlying drama.
