The Politically Incorrect Show - 04/04/2000
[Music - Die Fledermaus]
Good afternoon, KAYA ORAAAA & welcome to the Politically Incorrect Show on the free speech network, Radio Pacific, for Tuesday April 4, proudly sponsored by Neanderton Nicotine Ltd, the show that says bugger the politicians & bureaucrats & all the other bossyboot busybodies who try to run our lives with our money; that stands tall for free enterprise, achievement, profit & excellence against the state-worshippers in our midst; that stands above all for the most sacred thing in the universe, the liberty of the human individual.
[Music up, music down]
In my recent editorial about the upcoming constitutional hui, I referred to its being attended by, among others, "every sleazy, state tit-sucking academic who rejoices in the gravy-train's railroading of freedom, every quisling journalist & every trendy pseudo-artistic poseur from the pits of post-modernism." Yesterday I received a shocking reminder as to just how deep the pits are, how impregnated with wanton man-hatred & irrationality, when Auckland University graduate Glenn Lamont sent me an article for the upcoming issue of my magazine, The Free Radical. It's Glenn's second contribution to an ongoing debate about a work called Feminist Interpretations of Ayn Rand. In preparing his article, Glenn uncovered the following from "feminist musicologist" Susan McClary of the University of Minnesota, on the subject of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony & how it proves that all men are rapists:
"The point of recapitulation in the first movement of the Ninth is one of the most horrifying moments in music, as the carefully prepared cadence is frustrated, damming up energy which finally explodes in the throttling murderous rage of a rapist incapable of attaining release."
Well, I bet you never knew that! In fact, I'll lay odds on that Ludwig didn't have much of a clue about it either. What Ludwig could have done with is a course in Wimmin's Studies at one of our universities. Another writer in the upcoming FreeRad, student Andrew Bates, has been looking up courses available on campuses around the country that could have put Ludwig right. One he uncovered is Feminist Studies at Canterbury University, which invites students to "Broaden your understanding of gender-related issues in today's world, including the historical context of gender-bias which has affected the way women perceive, analyse and represent themselves." Meaning: "Come & be brainwashed by man-haters about the oppressive history of white male patriarchy."
This is the sort of bilge that permeates our so-called institutions of higher learning.
Now the universal, freedom-affirming glory of Beethoven's Ninth speaks for itself musically, but to the extent that due homage can be paid in words, I venture to suggest that none has ever done so more eloquently than David Adams, writing in the CURRENT issue of the FreeRad. Contrast the beauty of this excerpt with the sewage we have been discussing, & reflect on what it means that someone - a young, vibrant bon-vivant - has written such words on this earth at this time (as I like to say, this opera is not over till liberty-loving youth stops singing):
"Likely you have been touched by its painful beauty, made to stand a little straighter, eyes closed, as that familiar pulse of notes, in their simple phrase, moistens even the hardest eyes. Ah, that's the Ode to Joy! Such simple notes, laughing, exultant, and at once there is nowhere you do not see beauty. And while its melody is with you, your steps ascend to stars.
"That men such as Beethoven have existed is enough to transform one's life into one of laughter. For where is any indignity, any offense to the great and the beautiful, not at once rebutted by conjuring his name and achievement?
"This man, of the same pulse of blood, the same genetic alphabet of which any of the anonymous hordes are made, produced his Ninth Symphony. Any one of his works would prove that the lineage of homo sapiens is touched with the stuff of gods. But this one work in particular, even if all the rest were lost, would be statement enough of the heights to which a human mind can soar. ... When you face the unfocused eyes of sneering youth, or read of bodies crushed beneath the myths of elected men; when you feel the sharp pinch of despair, wishing the night a little warmer; it is enough to know the Ninth exists. For if a man has walked tall enough to see such notes as this, there is no end of hope - for we are human, and here is human glory."
[Play last moments of Ninth]
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