Death by Anonymity

Mark Levin in his Liberty and Tyranny quotes Eric Hoffer:

“Those who see their lives as spoiled and wasted crave equality and fraternity more than they do freedom. If they clamor for freedom, it is but freedom to establish equality and uniformity. The passion for equality is partly a passion for anonymity: to be one thread of many who make up a tunic; one thread not distinguishable from the others. No one can then point us out, measure us against others and expose our inferiority.”

I speak to this reprehensible, inexplicable conformity into which the left most earnestly seeks to inter us. I have always, always reacted viscerally against the notion of the”tribe”. Even when I was in the culture’s grip, nothing in me welcomed the intrusive insistence that we are one, we are the world.
It is this seeming implacable compulsion to erase significance, much like the unwillingness to comprehend the necessity of recognizing those absolutes that – regardless the obdurate denial by leftists – govern this world. And it is quite incomprehensible to me. I wither inside at the thought of the collective. I have no use for groups, find them ominous actually- especially if they chant.

I always am amused when it is suggested that those on the right are indoctrinated. I would suggest that there are very few who escape indoctrination on some level, to some degree. When I was much younger I used to imagine who I would be had I never had my world delivered to me via media and a public education – both entities sacrificing truth in their deluded social engineering quest. When someone denigrates your beliefs by suggesting that you couldn’t possibly have assembled your own point of view is insult enough. But to somehow be so lacking in self-awareness as to imagine that you yourself hadn’t also been subject to some indoctrination is simply obtuse.

Thing is, life usually can strip away conditioning that isn’t congruent with reality, assuming you spend much time in reality, something the ruling political class does very little of. Reality will not march to the Progressive tune of uniformity. To achieve this idiotic utopia, coercion must be used. Brainwashing, manipulation, and most grotesque, in my view, ravaging the language. Something that is done at such an alarming pace now I wouldn’t be surprised if they banned the dictionary for being so absolutist. How dare any tome claim to define anything. All is relative, everything is everything…”and they shall call good evil, and evil good…”

In the seventies Neil Simon sang a certain sentiment that grated my every nerve. “If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with..” he pattered, putting into innocuous melody the mantra of faceless promiscuity. Nothing matters. No one person matters. Any pliant body will do. Love is relative. Everything is relative….

How insidiously quiet the shriveling of the human soul is, you seem never to hear the scream until it is fading away.

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