Aesthetic Materialism

  Why I Love Communists  First and foremost, I love communists for their clothing.  Communists are, on average, far better dressed than other people.  They, and to an extent also left-anarchists, are into the latest fashions far before everyone else. They make excellent selections and have a subtle, almost instinctive sense of coordination and composition, recombining these selections in interesting and pleasing ways.  It isn't simply a matter of the items of clothing they wear (though of course that matters) but also how they wear them.  This of course has a lot to do with the fact that communists simply tend to be more physically attractive than right wingers. The most obvious measure of the fact that communists tend to be more elite than right wingers is the simple fact that communists on average are capable of having more sex and better sex, with more attractive people.  This has been true for a long time.  Marx and Engels themselves certainl...

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  The Church of Satan is a bit of a paradox -  on the one hand, it stressed extreme individualism; on the other, it was a community, an institution, a church.  The founder of the Church of Satan, Anton LaVey, was always going on about how he was seeking "superior" people - an "elite" - a community of the most extraordinary and successful members of a generation.  And yet contemporary Satanists tend not to be members of any elite, but rather losers, resentful misfits, nerds, and incels.  Ah, well.  Back to the drawing board.   If I were a Satanist - I'm not, but if I were - and I were seeking an elite of superior, successful people, I wouldn't look for them among the followers of Ayn Rand , who are among the most resentful, nerdliest nerdlings of them all, but rather among the communists. What makes communism such a hotbed of elites? See next post .

  "I am whatever you say I am" -Eminem, "The Way I Am"   The above quote outlines a kind of feint, which I call the Eminem strategy.  It goes like this: "You have insulted me, called me a name.  You expect me to defend myself, and prove that I'm not that thing.  But the joke's on you - I am that thing.  And I'm proud of it!" There are times when this a joy and a Delight.  As William Blake put it, "Listen to the fool's reproach.  It is a kingly title." The Eminem strategy is a bit of rhetorical jiu-jitsu.  With it, not only can one render your opponent's attacks useless, but one can use the force of their own blow to topple them over. I think primarily of the old anarchist Pierre-Joseph Proudhon.  Until his time, and even during it, the term "anarchist" was used almost exclusively as an insult.  (It may have been Kant who coined the term "anarchism," though the word "anarchy" is far older.)  Peopl...

      Marx's most serious theoretical error - his moment of real utopianism - was when he said that "Mankind thus inevitably sets itself only such tasks as it is able to solve, since closer examination will always show that the problem itself arises only when the material conditions for its solution are already present or at least in the course of formation."  (Contribution to the Critique of Political Economy, 1859)  This bizarre claim, which reminds me of Wittgenstein's idiotic notion that "When the answer cannot be put into words, neither can the question be put into words.  The riddle does not exist.  If a question can be framed at all, it is also possible to answer it" (Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus 6:5), is more of a religious belief than it is a scientific observation.  But it is simply false, which is easy to see.  Humanity has all kinds of problems, both theoretical and practical, that it is unable to solve, and has been unable...

  Kafka is almost the opposite of an existentialist, at least the way Sartre defines the term. Sartre thought that there was no given meaning for experience (such as religion might provide) and was therefore for boldly giving meaning to one's own experience, creatively. Kafka's metier was all about the lingering doubt, or fear, that this is not enough... that, in fact, there IS a given meaning to one's experience, completely out of one's own control, and that it is a dark and terrifying and inscrutable meaning.