I just wrote my last article on the measured political strategies appropriate at this moment. But this is also a season for fiery comeuppance after a resounding historic victory!
Much of society is run at a gut and emotional level, just as is the human brain itself. The cerebral cortex we associate with rational thought is a pitiful addon tacked on as an afterthought.
Societies give behavioral cues through aesthetics. It’s no mistake that most buildings of governance across time and place are designed to dwarf the individual gazing upon them, whether a pyramid, a castle, secret police HQ, or a government agency, they make an argument through their forms for overpowering legitimacy.
Since ancient times, much imagery is displays of dominance, the towering ruler over other groups of outsiders. As with dogs, the alpha is large, confident and on top and the subordinate always hunched, crouched and beneath.
It’s clear Ancient Egyptians intuitively understood intuitively many truths of human nature that our “modern” society has chosen to forget.
The Ancient Maya seem like they were quite clear on the concept.
And so are Indians to this day.
One of the most important motifs in all civilization across thousands of years is to show triumph in battle over a despairing and demoralized enemy. It’s all about conveying the feeling a modern day sports fan gets when his team soars to triumph. Except for pre-modern people it was in real life, not a game.
The 60s Cultural Revolution leadership subtly kept up the tradition. Absolutely love those forced smiles. May as well all be baring teeth and snarling!
After almost 60 years of stultifying oppression it’s now up to us to choose the story of humanity!
We must project overwhelming dominance in every aspect of culture. For every sitcom and ad that portrayed the husband as a blithering idiot puppet of his commensense competent wife, we must change the story to masculine leadership. The actors and folk(pop) musicians must be demoted to minstrel tramps. That’s one thing both Cromwell and the Taliban got right.
We must begin the “march through institutions” and hunt down the high priesthood of intellectuals, journalists, professors who betrayed the supreme, sacred trust given them by society in the most base, duplicitous, and wicked manner imaginable.
Those who betrayed their culture and their ancestors must be rounded up, publicly humiliated in every possible way and then poetically driven into the sea. After being made to understand the essence of their fall and forced to watch their former lives incinerated before their eyes, they must be driven by ranks of ornately armored cataphracts into the waves with loud speakers projecting the applause of hundreds of millions. The last sound they ever hear as they are driven beneath the wine-dark waves by steel shod hooves is the joy of their enemies. Such is divine justice.
Somewhere in the nation is designated a Tarpeiian rock from which traitors are thrown to join their dishonored predecessors in a heap of bones ceremonially defiled with the contemptuous excrement of the righteous. After living my whole life in an age of total decadence I can’t summon in myself the slightest spark of magnanimity or pity.