Orwellian Doublespeak And Reformist Idolatry - Climate Armageddon, Gender Fluidity, And Black Supremacy

Former Vice-President Al Gore warned in 1993 that global warming would soon cause natural disaster - rising, engulfing seas, more frequent and more devastating tornadoes and hurricanes, drought, insect pestilence, and human disease.  The world was coming to an end, he said, a climate Armageddon, unless something was done to slow climate change. 

 

Scenes of New York and Miami inundated with ocean waters, whole neighborhoods flooded, Lower Manhattan a watery grave, and the beaches of South Florida no more.  More horrific scenes of crops shriveling in the heat, streams and rivers without water, the great American dams, the Grand Coulee and the Hoover inoperable and millions left without hydroelectric power.  Biblical waves of locusts would descend on those few northern crops still green and destroy them.  The sun would bake mercilessly and cause heat stroke and sudden death. 

Of course none of this has come true and climate change talk is still around, although buried in the style section ('Ladies, summer heat causing oily skin?). A few older social activists, with so many sunken costs in decades of insistence on the coming climate disaster, keep beating the drums.  'The current protracted cold weather throughout the Unites States is caused by global warming', said one in The Daily Kos. 'Warmer weather is causing polar ice to melt, sending unusually cold waters into the oceans, cooling the land, and causing lower than normal temperatures'. 

The press had a field day with this last gasp of true belief from the Cassandras of the Left; but his  rejoinder to the most catty of the many editorials following his press release was adamant.  He went on to cite geophysical 'quotients', gamma ray anomalies, infrared and ultraviolet spectrum shifts, and orbital warping, all of which only produced more cackles and whoops from those who had never bought the cockamamie stories of Al Gore and his internationalist claques. 

It was a literary critic from The Paris Journal who had first noticed the similarity between the American Left's doublespeak and George Orwell who, in 1984 and Animal Farm, wrote of a future dictatorship which altered the perception of reality simply by calling it by a more acceptable name.  Given the secret police and state-controlled media, the population began to accept the new reality, and before long the old version disappeared. 

"War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength" said the state. "Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past".  Senseless, meaningless convolutions meant to convey articulateness, intelligence, and purpose; but were only devices  of the state to mold the population to its own complete, universal, vision of authority and social obedience. 

The critic went on:

The climate change phenomenon is no different - an Orwellian distortion of obvious fact to subvert individual thought and by so doing to promote an untenable, unproven, fantasy', the critic wrote. 'This latest attempt to suppress logical inquiry with a deluge of manufactured faux scientific facts, and to explain persistently cold weather because of global warming, is the death knell of the movement.

Everyone on earth wondered what American progressives were doing when they began to promote the gender spectrum and sexual fluidity.  There is no such thing as two sexes, they claimed, but an infinite variety of sexual natures.  Moreover, sexuality is not fixed and irrevocable.  One can change genders by choice, since 'within each of us is a myriad of sexual pinpoints, all waiting for acknowledgement and expression'. ,

No one bought this idea or took it seriously. Heterosexuality was biological given, the proper ordering of reproduction, the core of family and society, a Biblical and Koranic injunction, a literary icon, an absolute, hard-grounded reality; but the critics of simple male-female sorting were not having it, and went out of their way first to champion gay sex, second to lionize transgenderism, and then finally to tout the gender spectrum and the idea that sexuality was personal choice. 

In an unintentional baroque moment, the new posterchild of the movement was introduced to the public- a sexual chameleon, changing from swishy gay boy to tough Bernal Heights bull dyke, to straight-as-an-arrow accountant, to a ball-wrenching Seventh Avenue harridan. 

'Be all you can be', meme for a popular consumer item was reworked to avoid copyright laws and to be far more inclusive than the original ad intended.  The new version paid for by The Gay and Lesbian Alliance and crafted by a top Madison Avenue agency, was an instant hit - not with the applause that the Alliance expected, but with hoots and howls from coast to coast. 

The Paris Journal critic found new grist for his mill. 

Orwell again', but this time with an even more impossibly fantastical idea.  The chutzpah, the arrogated authority, the nominal regard for fact, the championing of received wisdom. We've seen nothing like this before, doublespeak in spades, the most arrogant assumption of popular gullibility ever. The death knell of yet another impossibly fantastical creation'

Irvington Bennett, Professor Emeritus at a historically black university recently wrote:

The black man has finally come into is own.  No civil rights act, no affirmative action, no significant representation in the media (a black face in every commercial and on every sitcom) can possibly match the new, progressive vision of racial identity.  The black man, heir to the forest's wisdom, intimate with the subtleties of nature and the environment, of high native intelligence and uncanny insight, has finally been raised to the top of the human pyramid, recognized for his supremacy and supreme example

Professor Bennett was echoing the sympathies of the American Left who, in an attempt to once and for all expunge all traces of white privilege, supremacy, and virulent racism, has lionized the African American.  'He is he future of America, progressives said, primus inter pares of a multicultural, diverse society free from whiteness', wrote LaShonda Jones of Black Lives Matter. 

'Orwell again', wrote The Paris Journal critic.

The creation of an idealistic, totally false reality in hopes of feathering their own nest - a bald, transparently political attempt to promote the notion of a vibrant, vital, culturally relevant street culture; to explain the disproportionate incarceration rates of black men by condemning the brutal, racist, extrajudicial tactics of the police; to justify the same disproportionate black rates of violent crime as 'normal, understandable expressions of anger and hostility at the forces of oppression.  Yet everyone knows the truth - the persistent dysfunctionality of the black community not only disqualifies the black man for pinnacle status, but lays the blame directly on him for such antisocial behavior'. 

Politics has never been a pretty affair, and lies, slander, distortion, exaggeration, and downright falsehood are par for the course.  Yet, as the Review critic has pointed out, this wave of Orwellian doublespeak and thought control is not the usual one-off affair, a politician lying about his infidelity or fudging the data; but a systemic fraud.  Misleading the electorate in a deliberately devious campaign to promote the progressive agenda is tantamount to fraud. 

'We never believed that horseshit in the first place', said one voter; but of course he and millions of others did.  It takes two to tango; ordinary Germans were complicit in the Holocaust; the mob wants to be led by visionary leaders regardless of the vision. 

Last words of the Journal critic said off the record:

The Unholy Triumvirate, The Perfect Storm, the snake oil salesman meets 'A sucker is born every minute' P.T. Barnum combined with the most idiotic tomfoolery of political idolatry.  The morons in Washington started the whole shebang. 

 

'Frenzy,' A Diary Of Insanity - A Mental Asylee And A True Believer Find Camaraderie At The Barricades In Minneapolis

I am not sure why I am here, but then again does anyone ever know? I am to be released after far too many years, and to be honest, I’m nervous.  Will He still guide my path, light my way, nurture my dreams. and salve my wounds?

 

Ronald Benchley kept a diary while interned at St. Elizabeth's Hospital, the publicly-maintained institution for the mentally ill, and in this entry, read by his psychiatrists after his rampage in Minneapolis, it was quite clear that they had mistakenly discharged him.

'We admit that there are still some bumps in the road'. said the Chief Attending Physician responsible for Benchley's discharge.  'Our release protocol is by no means perfect', but when Benchley went berserk in Minneapolis, questions about the protocol were asked and the supervising medical officer was summarily terminated. 

'We care very much for our patients', wrote the Chief of Staff, 'and while they are at St. Elizabeth's, we do everything we can to either cure them or make their lives comfortable.  We release patients only when they have demonstrated a viable, objectively verifiable socialization, and even then we follow up with regular visitations and supervision.  On behalf of the hospital, the city council, and the faculty here, I regret the unfortunate behavior of a patient who seemed on the road to recovery.'

The Biden Administration had encouraged legislation to open the doors of state mental institutions throughout the country.  In a State of the Union address, Biden made his intentions quite clear:

The mentally ill are no different than anyone else in our diverse land; but they have faced discrimination, oppression, and bigotry no less that our black brothers and like them have been hunted down, tethered and harnessed, thrown into the back of anonymous vans, and locked in maximum security facilities.  Just as we intend to release the many black men unfairly and unjustly arrested and convicted, so will we release into society the men and women of differing mental capacity who have suffered for far too long. 

And with that, the doors to the hundreds of state hospitals for the insane were opened, and their inmates released.  

Of course there was no way that this would turn out well.  St. Elizabeth's alone was filled with the craziest, most demented, most schizophrenically violent people anyone could imagine.  Images of Bedlam, the mental institution founded in England in 1247 - a truly unholy and inhuman place - only suggested what went on in American institutions.  

Conditions had improved - medication had taken the place of chains, bolts, and irons; and patients were housed in heated quarters not the rat-infested dungeons of times past - but still, these were institutions from which no one should ever be released. 

 

Another excerpt from Benchley's diary:

God appeared again to me today, this time in golden robes, a halo of mystical beauty, and a loving smile on his face, a welcoming one, an embracing one; but suddenly his expression changed and he looked at me harshly and with reprimand in his voice.  'Why have you forsaken me' He thundered, and then disappeared, leaving me to parse his meaning, search my soul for the dereliction he saw.  I fell on my knees and looked up at the sky, hoping that He would reappear and make my way clear. 

Ronald Benchley wandered the city that day, disconsolate, depressed, and humbled.  Why was he here? What was his duty? He had been released from St. Elizabeth's for a reason, but what was it?

On the corner of 19th and K Streets there was a gathering in front of an official-looking building.  Everyone was holding signs and placards, pushing forward against the barricades and the police line that had been formed.  'Fuck Trump', he heard. 'Fuck ICE.  Fuck everyone'.  

Many of the people in the crowd looked familiar - the man on the front line spitting and pissing on the police could have been Manny Oberdorfer, a fellow patient at St. Elizabeth's.  Manny in his day did much the same, shitting on the shoes of the male nurses, puking on puzzles, and waving his dick around like a wand. 

And there was Billy Joe Crosby, as naked as a coot, painted like an Indian, whooping and hollering, and screaming like a banshee.  It wasn't Billy Joe, Ronald quickly realized, but someone just like him.  The whole crowd had a strange, unexpected familiarity.  Taken as a whole it was no different than the gatherings in C Ward at the hospital before medication, everyone shouting obscenities, spitting, showing their private parts, and jumping up and down. 

Joining the group was inevitable.  He, for the first time since his release, felt at home, comfortable, among friends.  He joined in whooping and hollering just like anyone else, quickly picking up the phrases and epithets directed at the police.  As the crowd became more unruly, more angry, and more determined, the police pushed forward and moved it backward.  

Again, Ronald was reminded of the time that Billy Joe led all of C Ward in a kind of St. Vitus's dance - a wild jamboree, an enthusiastic release of pent-up free spirits.  It took twenty-five nurses, attendants, and hospital security staff to corral everyone and put them back in their cells. 

 

'Who are you?', said one demonstrator to Ronald after the crowd had dispersed, a man who wore an eye patch like a pirate, but whose other eye burned with some stellar light. 'They took fifty away today', the man said, 'down the rat hole, never to be seen again, tortured victims of Donald Trump; but we showed them!'

Ronnie had no idea what the man meant but thought he had found a friend.  There was something akin to any one of a hundred inmates at St. Elizabeth's in the man - perhaps some Jungian world soul, or at least an intimate, unspoken bond of 'otherness'. 

'Nutcases, wackos, loonies', Ronnie and his new friend heard yelled at them from the sidewalk, again a flash of familiarity.  He had heard those words before, a thousand times over.  That was what ignoramuses called people like him, otherly ordered, diverse, different, sometimes unable to control their emotions and therefore had to be treated at St. Elizabeth's, but human beings. 

If one deconstructed those noxious words, yes, they applied.  He and his fellow patients were indeed as crazy as loons, as cracked, and weird as any bunch of men with screws loose could be; but so were the protestors in front of the federal building. 

Arnold Briggs, Professor Emeritus at Emory University Medical School and former Dean, was an expert in socially psychopathic behavior, and had written extensively about the remarkable similarity between patients in the psychiatric ward of his hospital and the state mental institutions he had visited and the political protestors on the streets of American cities. 

There is something, to use a carpenter’s expression, 'unhinged' about  both the mental patient and the true believer, a man or woman who is infused with a divine mission to do good, to rectify all former evils, to right the ship, and sail to Utopia. No logic, no sense of polity, rectitude, or generosity can temper the exaggerated passions of the true believer, the advocate, the reformer.

And so it is with the schizophrenic who has lost all touch with reality and for whom there is nothing but odd voices speaking to him, phantoms in the night, walking corpses, half-human bodies dangling from the ceiling. 

'Come with me to Minneapolis', Ronald Benchley's new friend said to him. 'There we will do some real damage'; and so the two boarded a Greyhound bus north. 

Professor Briggs was uncanny in his analysis, so much so that the Antifa protestor and new friend of Ronnie Benchley had no idea whatsoever that he was as nutty as a fruitcake and far beyond the reaches of any normal interaction.  Every wild, inchoate outburst by Ronnie was taken by his friend as nothing less than pure hatred for the system that oppressed the poor, the ethnically diverse, and the racially different.  The more than Ronnie fulminated and thrust his hands skyward like an Old Testament prophet, the more his friend was convinced that he had found a soulmate. 

The trip was a homecoming for Ronnie.  He had thought that leaving St. Elizabeth's would be the end of community, camaraderie, and intimacy; that he would wander alone on the streets, joining the derelict bums on the streets of San Francisco, unhoused, alone, kicked aside by society, released from their proper homes, St. Elizabeth's and its sisters; but no, he had found a warm, congenial, friendly place. 

He howled and spat at ICE like his friend and the hundreds of like-minded comrades on the streets of Minneapolis.  He was never happier, and every night when God appeared to him without censure or reprimand, with that beatific smile he had come to love, he shouted 'Hallelujah', righted his display of upside down statues - Jesus, St. Joseph, and St. Jerome - turned toward Hell because of his own sins, but now upright again in the light of the Lord. 

A further entry in Ronnie's diary:

I am redeemed, saved by the intercession of God Almighty, a crusader in his army, a keeper of the flame of righteousness.  Slay me, O devilish swarm of Satan, kill me as a martyr in His cause.  Let me die like all the saints before me, killed in the service of the Lord

And with that, and a swift, mighty sweep of his sword at the neck of God's sworn enemy, he was cuffed, hauled away, and kept in a holding cell until, happily (God works in mysterious ways) he was sent back to St. Elizabeth's where he had fabulous stories to tell.  

'Bedlam' - A Social Psychologist's Commentary On Minneapolis, ICE, Antifa, And 'Collective Hysteria'

Robert Anson Wright is Professor Emeritus at a prestigious eastern university, Associate Dean (Emeritus) of the medical school, former Editor-in-Chief of Forensic Psychology, a leading academic journal, and hired by the Randall Corporation, a major Washington think tank, as an analyst of the recent events in Minnesota - the violent anti-ICE protests and their aftermath. 

Wright had long been an observer of modern progressivism, its 'feral' and viral nature, and its Orwellian inspiration. In an article written in 2021 in The Eastern Economist he voiced his concern about the perfect storm of progressive politics - utopian idealism, true belief, and a culture of righteousness combined to create ‘a dangerous mentality that threatened 'the integrity of logic’.

The article made the Randall Corporation, considering a major study on radical progressivism, think twice about hiring Wright. It might be perceived as biased, but after consultation with its professional membership, known for its comprehensive approach to social issues which looked through the lens of the social and behavioral sciences as well as through the more traditional economic, financial, and political ones, it agreed that Wright was the right choice. 

The Corporation was more concerned over a telling and potentially incendiary article written in 2022 in The Journal Of Political Economics in which Wright said: ‘The American Left is navigating dangerous waters.  Its  revisionism, historical idealism, and profound hatred of 'the idolatry of individualism is an example of political overreach and an attack on heartland patriotism.  True belief, as Eric Hoffer noted, is “the corruption of the simple mind”’.

But the Committee Chairman, himself also a social psychologist, found no bias in Wright's writing, only a reasonable contribution to his basic assumption - the political Left had veered away from the temperate, albeit passionate liberal philosophy of LaFollette, Gompers, and Brandeis, and rode into uncharted territory, one which had more to do with collective groupthink than rational political opposition. 

'What's going on in Minneapolis?', the Chairman asked doing Wright's final interview.  'Take a good look and don't be shy.  This is not political protest, it is bedlam'. 

An appropriate description, thought Wright, for it really did seem like the demonstrations had gone beyond sanity - closeup photographs of the frontline of protestors, their faces contorted, maniacally twisted, their mouths gaping, choking with rage, a very picture of the inner, most secure wards at St. Elizabeth's, one of the nation's last 'centers of internment for good mental health', in truth a replica of England's Bedlam, a howling, wild, bestial place for the incurably insane. 

This is what he was after - the demented psychology of the protestors, not their political motivation, handlers, or intent.  There was something that had snapped in the body politic, turned protest into inchoate rage.  Even in the days of the Vietnam War when student protests rocked the nation, there was a collective purpose, a clear political intent, and a communal desire to right a bad wrong. 

 'Hey, hey, LBJ, how many kids have you killed today?' was the era's meme, a sense of moral rectitude expressed by millions. 

The anti-ICE protests in Minneapolis had none of this central, moral core.  It was clearly mass hysteria, not a term to be used lightly, but one described in the academic press.  This excerpt is from the pages of the June 1994 edition of The American Journal of Behavioral Psychology:

The phenomenon of group hysteria is not new.  Cases from the 18th century of hundreds of school children coming down with the same imaginary illness are well documented.  It took only one child mildly ill but within overall concerns about an epidemic in another county, to encourage this universal sickness. 

Such group hysteria can be seen social behavior as well.  The case of Ronald Evans, slated for the guillotine at Old Bailey is illustrative.  Evans, a petty criminal in the wrong place and the wrong time was imprisoned, and because of the prison's macabre history, it was assumed by family and friends that he was to be executed.The very idea of bloody decapitation, the hooded executioner, the sharp blade of the guillotine, and the instantaneous loss of life was abhorrent in and of itself, so it took only the presumption of state murder to send crowds into a hysterical fervor. 

Evans was released after a week, smiling and dopey looking but in one piece - a case of mistaken identity - but the crowds only assumed that their protests had worked, and without further notice, disbanded. 

Wright began his research under traditionally controlled procedures.  His random sample, his methodology, his approach were all according to Hoyle, irreproachable and honest.  What most surprised him was not the hysterical anger of his respondents, but the naive presumptions of right and wrong.  

This was no Sixties protest on the National Mall where the deaths of thousands of Vietnamese civilians, the burning of villages, the routine savagery of American troops unhinged from moral protocol by the threat of an unseen enemy, were fact, and compelling reasons to stop the war. 

No, the Minneapolis protests were founded on one thing and one thing only - a spiteful hatred borne of nothing more than irrevocably naive assumptions.  It mattered not why the federal agents had been deployed in Minneapolis, only that they had been sent by Donald Trump, a man the protestors believed was an autocratic, racist, interloper out to destroy America, cleanse it of black and brown people, make it his own empire of greed, arrogance, and power. 

Given this assumption, there was no reason to assess the cause and effect of letting millions of undocumented migrants into the United States without vetting, proper procedure, or caution; or whether rampant crime was due to the endemic dysfunctionality of the black community, idealistic indifference of local politicians who ran on platforms of inclusivity and diversity, or cultures of entitlement. 

The protestors in the Sixties had purpose - to pass a Civil Rights Bill to end segregation and discrimination; and to stop the War in Vietnam.  Those in Minneapolis have none, only classically hysterical belief.  Professor Wright wrote:

Many in today's fractured America reject the term 'hysteria', not only because it unfairly casts doubt on what is a legitimate political movement, but because of the origin of the word derived from the Greek hystera "womb," from PIE *udtero-, variant of *udero- "abdomen, womb, stomach".  Originally defined as a neurotic condition peculiar to women and thought to be caused by a dysfunction of the uterus.

While there may be some ironic truth to these politically motivated claims - many if not most of the Minneapolis protestors are fevered hysterical women - one should stick with the modern adaptation of the term - unhinged collective antisocial behavior. 

 

Of course when excerpts of Professor Wright's research were leaked to the press, the outcry was...hysterical.  In a typical comment on The Daily Kos Facebook page, one angry reader said:

To be expected from a privileged, white male, writing from his ivory tower, protected in his bastions of racial security, a prick in the guise of a journalist, a vapid, irrelevant racist, a moron, a man who lives on lies, fabrications, and innuendo.  A disgrace, a cunt, a bottom-feeding muthafucka...

The Randall Corporation was noncommittal, recondite at least until the firestorm died down.  Wright turned his research into a series of lectures at The Cato Institute on 'Orwellian Groupthink Or Simply Insanity - The Hysterical Nature of Protest' in which he was finally able to loosen his academic ties and be far more expressive than he could within a university setting. 

 

'The inmates have left the asylum', he began one bright Thursday morning, finished to a round of sustained applause and an invitation to return.