Without stopping to read three books before continuing here, to summarize, we in the West are living in a daydream world of cynicism produced by our intelligentsia, a cynicism that is expressed in terms sentimental, though in reality a cynicism that is deadly in effect, hence our constant reference to The Death Hippies. We are deluded if we think, and most of us do, that the entire world's people are happy-go-lucky creatures living in harmony with Mother Nature, only driven to murder and suicidal killing by Modernity and capitalist-imposed poverty against which those who otherwise live in comfort and in a state of innocence resist "with their bodies."
Reality, stripped of its sentimental and cynical gloss is harsh and deadly. Comfort is an alien concept to most living people in this day of our Human life. Where it is known in the world of the non-comfortable it is despised rather than envied. Comfort is feminine and corrupt, as seen by most people outside the Modernity of our West. Cruelty, a concept evolved from experience of Judaism and Christianity over centuries, is one unknown and completely unmissed by most people outside and often even inside those closed religions. To assume that all people are noble savages, as too many do, is to live in a perfectly delusional world that dismisses the reality of living beings in favor of a sentimentalization of those who are not Modernists. The Romanticisation of others non-Modern is a dismissal of the authentic lives of others, a criminal occupation of our Left dhimmi fascists holus bolus. Primitives are savages, cruel and dirty and brutal. It is something we must live with as it is rather than indulging in "projection" and dismissal of the valid lives of others. But sentimentality and its cynical roots prevail in our modern West. Nothing, it seems, will shake us from our dogmatic slumbers-- perhaps not even "the big one" so ardently hoped for by the passivists among our more aware community members, the final outrage of the primitives that will impel the mass of lethargic to action in self-defence, some kind of panacea to arise like a genie from a bottle. More nonsense, more sentimentalisation, this time of the heroic sleeping giant only waiting for the nudge to action. We in the West are addicted to our comforts, the rest of thee world not so, and we miss the whole plot by refusing to accept that such is so, insisting instead on our own comfortable sentimental phantasies about the guilt of the West in the discomforts of the primitives, something we might, by our better generosity, buy off and make well again.
If we forgo our usual sentimental phantasies and immerse ourselves in the daily lives of the rest of the world we will see within days the truth of Howard Bloom's
The Lucifer Principle: A Scientific Expedition Into The Forces of History, observation that men are biologically geared toward death in battle. http://www.bookworld.com
Reality sometimes sucks. But even then it's far preferable to bullshit. Pretending that all want comfort when the truth is that few people do, instead preferring violence and extremity and the expression of the focused cosmos in death in glorious battle; to pretend that all people outside of Modernity are innocents corrupted by our Modernity, driven to violence, driven to murder and resentments forever by Modernity, made cruel by our past colonial transgressions against the eternal innocence of nature; to pretend that men are not made for war and death in battle, all that is to live a vile lie. Worse: when people of our Modernity finally sicken of the lies of our intelligentsia they will express their outraged feelings of betrayal in normal and righteous violence against anyone remotely resembling anyone who can be killed at random. Rather than now harnessing reality and molding it into normative pursuits, our Death Hippie Left dhimmi fascists create a cauldron of hostility that will not find a streamed outlet but one that will burst upon the unprepared world like an atomic bomb. Thank our lying intelligentsia. Those evil bastards.
Comfort comes from affluence, as we can see very clearly in Murdering McKinley: The Making of Theodore Roosevelt's America (Hardcover)
by Eric Rauchway. With affluence comes the time and luxury of pursuing a "higher education." Rauchway details the rise of affluence in early 19th century America and shows the rise of the professional class of post-missionary educated women who turned to "social work," the profession of baby-sitting the poor. He details the infertility of such women, showing as he does, the infertility of the Modern West. Educated women do not want to be baby factories, preferring to live the life of motherhood vicariously through the tending and minding of the poor. Such is the nature of comfortable women, and rightly so. Highly educated women have fewer and often no children. This is not surprising. Refer if you will to child-bearing in The Year 1000: What Life Was Like at the Turn of the First Millennium by Robert Lacey, Danny Danziger to see an unromantic account of childbirth death. Again: n the Wake of the Plague: The Black Death and the World It Made
by Norman Cantor to see that women, often little more than children, were made to make babies, and that they often died as a result, a thing to be avoided by sensible women if they have a choice. Those who do, according to American Reformers 1815-1860: Revised Edition by Ronald G. Walters often become babysitters. Like it or not, men are not so attached to babies as they might be to baby-making. In a phantasy world of comfort and the denial of universal cruelty, many tend to ignore the reality that men live to commit violence as an act of group bonding, and that women avoid having children if they can. Reality is sentimentalised and Romanticised for the sake of indulging in cynical pseudo-moralistic posing. Women don't have babies if they have comfort instead, and men don't war if they can lay around being intoxicated otherwise with less visible harm showing. But then reality seeps in, fertile women baby-sit and virile men turn to drug addiction. The Death Hippies dress up and act out morality plays that would make those of the Middle Ages cringe at the amateurishness of them. But here in our modern West it sells, so far. For now. For a while.
Reality intrudes, though. Most people do not want the freedom they have in comfort. Refer to Escape from Freedom by Erich H. Fromm. No, men often prefer fascism. When they don't have it they turn on themselves and act out their innate need for violence on themselves in what can only be considered weirdness such as watching television football games. The vicarious life of violence is transferred to a box in a clean well-lighted place. It will not last. Nor will women continue to die out childless as baby-sitters. Those who grasp the nature of reality will survive them and the world will pay for the evils of the Left dhimmi fascist stupidities and sentimentalisations of our time.
Men are made for war, but not necessarily made for killing in war. Our sentimentalists miss that too. An Intimate History of Killing: Face-to-Face Killing in Twentieth-Century Warfare by Joanna Bourke shows clearly that men kill others less often than they support their own in battle. Experience tells. Some affluent women willingly and enthusiastically have children, and some men happily kill people. Comfort corrupts that. Sentimentality disguises it from our consciousness. But reality seeps in anyway.
We can see clearly the brutal mind of the average fascist in The True Believer: Thoughts on the Nature of Mass Movements by Eric Hoffer. We ignore these realities at our peril, and also at the risk of destroying wantonly our moral by allowing the primitive world to grow in belligerence while we indulge ourselves in a morbid phantasy of sentimental projection.
Not everyone shares our phantasy about comfort and our aversion to cruelty. Most men, living in the comfort of their homes sitting in front of the wide-screen TV. watching the big game, don't care to have themselves crippled or killed. And most women don't wish to endure personal experiences of the two entries, abactio and childbed fever, detailed in Final Exits: The Illustrated Encyclopedia of How We Die by Michael Largo.
Comfort and the denial of cruelty as expressions of our modernist sentimentality show themselves glaringly in our lack of childbirths. Affluent and barren women baby-sit other people's children if not the world at large, and comfortable men sit around watching other men act out war on small scales. But it's all a lie covered up only for now. In the deepest pools of the mind lurk lizards, and the feeding by Furies will unleash them on a perhaps undeserving world. The harsh truth is that even though women die in childbirth and that men die in war, reality is preferable to lies and sentimentality. Life and its nature are cruel. We lie to ourselves in denying it in ourselves, in others, in life itself. Avoiding pain and death for the sake of comfort andour indulgence in the denial of cruelty is a barreness that will lead to our extermination or in the extermination of others by those of us who are true to our lives, brutish and nasty as we might seem to the self-deluded.
Yes, the baby factories have moved off-shore. We reap the benefits of cheap imports. Our easy lives are comfortable. But it's not what we need at all. Now it all depends on how those of us who are rational will respond to our coming shortage of volunteers for the wars to come. I'd be making babies if I could find a girl willing, but who has the time? And I might miss the big game. Too cruel! For-get-it!