Rue, Britannia

Discussion of the events in Rotherham has been on the lips of anyone with a modicum of moral honesty (no mention will be made as to which groups of people do not fall within this category). Bill Price over at The Spearhead has, in his typical fashion, a fairly even-keeled write-up on the matter. It’s worth a read.

It is perhaps not a good thing that I am no longer surprised by the degree to which humans can be cruel to each other. Welcome to the Kali Yuga, indeed. You’ll notice I take great care to use “humans” here. I could decry these actions as the work of barbaric animals, but that wouldn’t quite be correct. Animals are cruel because they have to be in order to survive. Humans are cruel because they enjoy it.

They say humans are warriors. That makes it sound so noble, so justifiable, so laudable. Bullshit. Humans are savages. Hit the right buttons and they will beg for the opportunity to wade through an ocean of blood. We are what we are made to be, but what we are made to be is a nightmare. Small wonder most people are always dreaming.

I really can’t blame most people for always acting like they’re sleepwalking. The shock of what they would see if they woke up would horrify them, and so they cling to fantasies and illusion. The British cling to a mirage of peace and civil orderliness that was the law of the land in the past but exists no longer. The British are no longer the Master Race, but it seems no one has bothered to remind them of this, and now that island is going to be savaged in a way that hasn’t occurred for a thousand years. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

When your house is infested with ants, you don’t blame yourself for having food in the house, unplug your refrigerator, and burn your house down. You call an exterminator to remove the infestation from your home. If you’re really resourceful and self-sufficient, you do it yourself. At the very least, you spray some vinegar all over the place. When your “home” is the throbbing heart of Western European Civilization, you’re pragmatically obligated to keep the damn thing running smoothly. To do anything less is a choice to vanish into the howling dark. It is not the bold action befitting one who is born to rule. It is the meek acquiesance of one who was born to die.

I was reading the most intriguing thing yesterday. It was an article comparing the social behavior of dogs and wolves that pointed out that, when you put a bunch of strange dogs together, they naturally form hierarchies and power dynamics, while wolves will eschew such rigid structures in favor of more co-operative groups. Dominant wolves, it would seem, don’t need to remind the others who’s boss to the same degree that dominant dogs do.

This makes a fair degree of sense. Dogs were bred to obey so that they could serve. Small wonder they get antsy when no one is telling them what to do. It’s a part of their programming. They practically go into glitch-mode without it.

(Also worth noting, wolves are better communicators than dogs. It seems fairly obvious that wolf packs couldn’t be nearly so fluid and efficient if this wasn’t the case. Now, what does that say about the atomization and individualization of society?)

Still, interesting as this article was, the implications of it are even more compelling. Humans, like dogs, have been bred for docility and subservience. Man is a domesticated creature, and the more domesticated he is, the more he needs a collar, a leash, and a master. The more civilized he is, the more domesticated he is, and the more this is true.

Interestingly (and amusingly) enough, the more progressive and egalitarian he is, the more he ends up needing a hierarchy. The progressive nanny-state utopia serves as a means of domestication and breeds the need for a hierarchy further. Quite the irony, no? The connection with socialist Britain should, at this point, not even need to be stated.

Of course, if everyone is domesticated, who ends up giving the orders? As you claw your way up from the bottom of the food chain, it’s the usual subjects at first: the busybodies and neurotics who are just a bit smarter or a bit more organized than your average person; people whose urge to feel important makes them useful idiots for the real big-shots. The higher up you go, however, the more the dynamic shifts. Past a certain point, the idea that everyone rises to their unique level of incompetence no longer applies. Past a certain level of societal status, you encounter a different breed of humanity altogether.

Ever notice how the more money and power people have in society, the less people seem to think the rules apply to them? It takes a wilder kind of being to make it at the top. This arena is a playground for the psychopaths and sociopaths, but being one of those isn’t a necessary requirement for entry. Being ambitious and amoral is sufficient as long as you have the cognitive firepower to make good on your designs.

You can’t make it to the top otherwise. This is how society is set up. It isn’t just a matter of speaking the right shibboleths. If you can’t seize power and make the wild ones recognize you as one of their own, you can’t join the club. The laws and rules (written and unwritten) that most people need in order function properly? Tools to be used when you need them and mere hurdles to be overcome otherwise.

This isn’t a conspiracy theory. This is an observation as to the nature of power and what it takes to achieve it. If you don’t want to be treated like a dog, you have to learn how to run with the wolves.

If you decide you want a different system altogether, well, you have to be a different kind of beast entirely.




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