The Politically Incorrect Show - 22/09/1999
Music - Die Fledermaus
Good afternoon, Kaya Oraaa & welcome to the Politically Incorrect Show on the free speech network, Radio Pacific, for Wednesday September 22, proudly sponsored by Tuariki Tobacco 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!You may recall the e-mail I read out some weeks back from a young Australian man struggling to find purpose in life after deadening his mind with drugs and punk rock "music," believing, like so many of his peers, that this was all life had to offer. Today, I offer another e-mail, this from a young American who already fills his life with the highest of purposes but occasionally falters in the face of the death-worship around him. This is an eloquent commentary on the state of our culture, on a morass of morons whose bodies abide in houses but whose souls are still in the primordial ooze.
"I've been especially crabby today -- just can't deal with stupid people, whether around me in the office or spreading statism in newspaper headlines. It's hard to find the line between realism and cynicism, no? How does one maintain a benevolent sense of life amidst such overwhelming malevolence, nihilism, and idiocy?
"The autumn movie season is usually the time when higher-level films are released, those vying for the Oscars... and this is usually when one finds the Bravehearts, Shawshank Redemptions, Dead Poets Society's, and similar. So I read a preview of upcoming movies with some hope -- the summer has been so drab with films. What do we have? As representative examples: the story of a paraplegic detective who tracks a killer from his hospital bed; a drama about conjoined identical twins; a man who rides a lawn-mower several hundred miles to visit a dying brother; several films with murderers or gangsters as heroes; and similar crap. I don't remember it being this bleak before. Culturally, things are just getting worse and worse.
"Someone in my office relates that his miniature keychain squirt-gun was confiscated by airport security. He never got it back. Was he outraged, or even miffed? 'Must've just had an anally retentive security guard,' he sighs. Chalk up another mark for tyranny.
"Yesterday I walked in to and then right out of a restaurant because, after waiting too long in line while the postmodern bitch behind the counter chatted with similarly snide friends, I was completely disregarded when it came my turn to order. Punk rock groaned in the background.
"I have nearly a third of my income being stolen from me by the Federal and state governments. Clinton and Gore restate their insistence that guns are responsible for massacres, not people. Young people -- the hope of the world -- continue to be mentally abused and stunted in public schools, which are now reactively coming closer and closer to miniature police states. Today's books, movies, and music are a swamp of simpering, insecure New-Age reassurances, or indistinguishable splatters of postmodern vomit.
"Most chilling of all -- so few seem to care.
"But I want to live! This is my life -- and I may stand at the brink of a new authoritarian age, if indeed the cultural and political momentum does not change, but here I am, this is when I live, and it's what I've got. My life is being taken from me -- not completely, but in small pieces -- quietly, persistently, and irreplaceably. I want to live, and the great weight of society and our culture is against this! I must persist and survive -- and more, I must achieve and flourish, and I will -- yet how terrible is the struggle! How much greater it is than it ever should be! Can I be surprised that so many, possessing the bright knowledge but not quite the persistence, collapse from the burden? I want to live -- though piled above me are the inert, half-living bodies of the majority who do not.
"It is not so much despair that I feel, but the twist of beaten hope. I keep looking around for signs of life -- vivid, passionate life -- and I am so often met instead with self-dimmed eyes and the brutal stupidity of punk rock."
Later in the day, the young man sent a follow-up e-mail saying simply:
"To hell with this, I say - I intend to live, to succeed - and to enjoy myself enormously." Which, from what I can gather, for the most part he does.
Ayn Rand said, "He who fights for the future lives in it now." That, in our time - given its cultural bankruptcy - is the best that human beings worthy of the title may hope for, and - for the most part - it is more than sufficient!
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