The worm Ouroboros
I have something of a confession to make. Despite my sneering, impudent tone towards those individuals who have elected to get tattoos, I have two of my own. They are discreet, being on either shoulder-blade, and small, unseen unless I have my shirt off, and you should pray to your God you don’t see that. The later tat is the name of my old canal-boat, Dorothea, inked in a sort of 19th-century cursive script. I got it done in Anchorage, Alaska. The first, however, is Ouroboros, the mythical serpent devouring its own tail.
I’m not going to cut and paste. I hate Wikijournalism. You can smell the writer sneaking over to Google to bone up on something and then returning with that swell flick of the quill which says, I am so connected with this sort of stuff. It’s a lie and a cheat and I bet it goes on all the time. We have all the information there is, but we ought not to pretend we had it to begin with.
So I am not going over to Wikipedia or some Pagan website to crib. All I have ever known about Ouroboros is that it is some – possibly Norse – symbol of eternity, and that in some Indian language its name is Ungud. The serpent devouring itself. How can this be?
Whatever the ultimate symbolic meaning of Ouroboros, it would fit perfectly as a new logo for America’s Democrat Party. They are not just eating themselves, they have just asked the jump-jockey for the special sauce.
It has something to do with the inexorable occurrence of an inevitable event which must eventually hole the Left’s armour. I have noted previously that intersectionality is a concept with some serious internal contradictions which must eventually shift from potential to actual. That is, what happens when the Left’s arsenal of privileged identity groups clash? It is happening at the moment in the UK, where Muslims are demonstrating outside a school who wish to teach their children – down to age four – about the wonders of the LGBTQ ‘community’.
Just now, in the USA, it’s good ol’ racism again, that seasoned show-pony always ready to prance and jump through hoops. Racism is finally giving the Left the runaround, finally proving intersectionality to be a reductio ad absurdum. Having finally admitted that impeaching Trump is as likely as Emily Maitlis giving a fair and unbiased interview to anyone even slightly to the Right of Pol Pot, the Left are turning to Trump’s boiler-room language.
This time, using social media as always, Donald has told some bunch of bimbos – the ‘squad’ - to go home if they don’t like America, help fix their countries, and then come back and tell him how it’s done. The Left erupted in a predictable hurricane of rage, confirming once again that we are dealing here with the pathology of a spiteful, spoilt child. You expect politics to be a dirty fight, you just don’t expect that fight to take place in a fucking sandpit.
Now, slowly, glacially, I am warming to Donald Trump. America is a brutish thug of a country. Why not have a brutish thug of a president? His – or his people’s – wheeze of using social media not just for airy platitudes but to make presidential announcements that once took place in the sacred grove of the MSM, by virtue of a sort of solemn lèse majesté. Now, any trailer trash, tornado bait hilly-billy boy can read what the Prez has to say just the same time everyone else does! That is a masterstroke of social levelling the Left have never forgiven Trump for.
He is also leading the charge on another front, the battle against what is still coyly labelled ‘political correctness’. This tyranny over language is only political in that the word ‘political’ shares the same Ancient Greek root as the word ‘police’ (polis). And it is only ‘correct’ in the way that, for Winston Smith at the end of 1984, 2 + 2 = 5 is correct.
The small arsenal of charged smear-words the Left have mentally on speed-dial has got to be defused, has to have its powder wettened and its flintlock removed. And this has to be done by the Right. These words have become magical, not just in the delusional minds of the Left, but by the range of their effects, in the way that the alchemists dreamt of being able to perform actio in distans – action over a distance. Ignoring political correctness is itself a highly political act in these pre-revolutionary times.
But Trump goes further than just playing with the raging fire of race; he talks about the Democrats’ use of the word in terms of their ultimate aims. Incidentally, he is saying something I have said for years. Perhaps he is catching up.
Takimag’s Steve Sailer, always worth reading, pins down another bunfight of the type inevitable when one favoured group has heterodox opinions about another favoured group. This one involves an LGBTQ Native American – naturally – who has voiced her doubts about the wisdom of immigration. Well, her folk should know. The rest of the Left don’t like it, but Trump can’t tell her to go home. She is home, and she doesn’t want it flooded with mestizos. But Sailer also quotes from one of Trump’s compound Tweets;
Nothing they say on the subject of race is sincere. It’s all the hustle designed to get them what they want.
A theme of mine in the past, just in case you had forgotten in the space of a few lines. But why aren’t the Alt. Right presses grinding to a halt for a late edition? Trump is absolutely right, in a way I haven’t heard from any other Western politician. The chorus of globalist, Leftist, progressive, hard Leftists who can always be relied on to hit the high notes when it comes to the various -isms and -phobias could not give, not to put too fine a point on it, a fiddler’s fuck about the ‘victim’ groups they claim to champion and defend. The canonisation of nonwhite skin colour is a sham. Non-whites are the tools, dupes and pets of the white hard Left.
Do you think the cultural crumbs from the Liberal white woman’s table are going to help genuinely disadvantaged blacks and whatever other colours of the new rainbow of hope? All the fast-track Oscars for black actors, all the diversity quotas for companies and just about anything else, all the arrests for ‘racist’ comments, all the ring-fencing of the concept of racism which dictates that non-whites can’t be guilty of it because they lack power, all the bleating about ‘white privilege’, all the movies where black people save the day and likely history too, all the browning of Europe’s history by the EU historical revisionists, all the black newsreaders, all the smiling ethnic faces politicians use to decorate their backdrop at photo opportunities, all the words the rest of us can’t use, all the offers of reparations, all the razzmatazz and fireworks and bullshit isn’t going to do a thing for one messed-up fucking black kid in Detroit. They’re all just props in a play.
So, if the Democrats want to exit Clownworld, they need to start by laying off the buzz-words, put down the identity politics, ditch the policing of language, 86 the offence archaeology and all the rest of the meaningless, Machiavellian paraphernalia. And that will never happen. So the Right need to take the fight to the Left. It’s time to take the weapons from the wall.