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never trust a fat communist
especially when they tell you you must tighten your belt and forgo joy
sometimes, an allegory is just too perfect and an utterance so deliciously tone-deaf and un-self-aware as to really get the malign creative juices flowing.
so, let me get this straight:
a fat communist (who is clearly consuming more resources than he needs) is not only pro-boredom and anti-happiness but he wants to tax something useful like cats?
seriously, you just cannot make this stuff up.
(though it is, at least, unusually forthright about being a misery maven)
he even quotes pickety, that most relentless of innumerate crackpots.
for those who do not know him, slavoj (bit of a win for nominative determinism on the “slave” thing there) is a slob-enian “philosopher,” marxist, and general joy thief DBA some sort of intellectual.
and like most of this crowd, what he really seems to hate is the idea of happiness.
now, one certainly might question the wisdom of following a philosophy where success is misery. can there seriously be a more perfect example of “play stupid games, win stupid prizes?”
and sure, the refuge of the phony half enlightened intellectual is always “so fool yourself then and pretend that the acid drippings of this benighted world are cool water that quenches your thirst instead of etches you to the bone! you are simply not on my level of vision!” and there is no true fundamentally objective fashion in which to refute this sort of self-pitying solipsistic hallucination, but as the great philosopher once said: “so what?”
there is no way to prove it either. it’s just argument by assertion. one could as easily claim to be a angel or a turnip. and somehow these folks who aspire to “authenticity” always seem to be, in reality, seeking some pretext to wallow in self-regard and indolence by attacking those who are self-actualized, joyful, and productive as unenlightened and unevolved precisely so that they themselves may avoid enlightenment and evolution.
it is said that misery loves company, but for these sorts of nihilists, it’s not even that.
it just hates happiness.
sorry, but if i were looking for “quotes from successful people whose lives appear worthy of emulation” this is not where i would look:
and this is part and parcel with the joyless hairshirt human exploitation of the general marxist cadre as they sell struggle as meaning. they’re top to bottom frauds masking their own misery by seeking to make everyone else miserable too. because they really do hate you with the endless and enduring hate of the jealous and covetous who will not strive but cannot abide being outshone.
it’s the most cynical and bankrupt of philosophies that just wants to keep you from success and fulfillment so they are not so lonely while doing the same.
zizek is like some sort of perfect avatar here as he argues that even the workers of the world are now “too privileged” and that we must champion instead the perpetually unemployed and he laments that fact that modern nation states are not “powerful” enough to force true equality amidst the predictable pablum of casting the “the global capital flows that allow a society to be rich enough to pay fat slobby philosophers to tell everyone else how they must tighten their belts” as the problem and not the wonderous source of plenty that kept him from dying at 36 malnourished in a field from which he was trying to scratch sustenance.
people ask why i have such disdain for marxists and the fraudy post modern CRT, CGT, sandbox sandinista pseudo-intellectual evolutions thereof, and it really boils down to simple precepts:
this is the war of performative pretextual plunderers against virtue.
the war of the entitled against the makers.
the war of subjugation against agency.
the war of stultifying material and spiritual privation and against the abundance of same.
this is the war of the joyless upon the joyful.
and that makes it the war for the very soul of a species.
so it’s one you don’t want to lose.
and somehow these warmongering fools always find a way to bring it back to cats and blame us for their own failings.
and once as a society, we knew how to handle this sort of nonsense.
and now, as then, cats are here to help.
this ascent of “misery activism” needs to stop.
if the “mission” of your life is not one that brings joy, then just how is anyone supposed to take you seriously as a humanist?