More perceptive Moldbuggery, this time on the need to substitute for the grand narrative of the power-mongers your own uncorrected vision, duly paying the price for your clear sight by turning invisible to the mass-es…not to mention the mass-ah…of the plantation:

Technology, Communism and the Brown Scare:

“I’ll tell you what the real emotion behind the Arab Spring was.  Actually, Beavis can tell you better.  “Fire is cool,” said Beavis.  Fire is indeed cool.  Americans were bored and needed some better CNN.  They wanted to see shit burn.  Shit indeed burned, and is still burning.  Which was cool.  So they got what they wanted.  Not too different from the crowd in the Colosseum, just less honest about how they satisfy their very simple chimp/human needs.

And it’s not just sadism that motivates callous altruism.  Another source of venal satisfaction is that when you help people, or appear to help them, you become a patron.  You gain ownership over them.  When you help overthrow the dictator of Egypt, for example, you become in a sense the new government of Egypt.  The old dictator was a strongman – the new dictator is a weakman, because he owes his job to someone else. That someone is you – the collective you, but you nonetheless.  If you decide you don’t like your weakman, it’s easy to find another weakman.

The fear that someone, somewhere, is exercising power over someone else, is one of the most basic cues of the callous-altruist mentality.  Let me kill the master and free the slave.  Out of altruism!   Not sadism or ambition, of course.  My hands are pure.

But slavery is simply dependence, and the default state of the newly “freed” slave is to be dependent on his new master – you, because you killed the old master.  So your sadism itch is scratched, because you get to kill; and your ambition itch is scratched, because you become a slavemaster.

(A slavemaster?  You may not tell your dependent what to do all day.  But if you pay him to do nothing, he is still your slave – you may not ask him to work today, but you could tomorrow.  He would have to obey your commands or starve.  In other words, he’s a slave.  And of course, there’s one thing you’ve surely bought – his vote.)

When Higginson and friends tried this experiment in the 1860s, roughly a fourth of the slaves died as a consequence of the operation.  Not to mention all the other people killed.  Naturally, since America is a communist country, this episode – which might under other regimes be viewed as an outbreak of mass criminal insanity – is considered one of the most glorious in our glorious history.

And this is why you don’t want to be a part of the lynch mob.  Even if you think there aren’t enough women programmers and there should be more.  It is not your forebrain that lusts for power.  It is your hindbrain.  Forebrain… must… control… hindbrain.

As for the mob’s victims, who already understand this stuff – there’s an easy way to not get purged.  Don’t play the fool.  What is attacking you, though it seems like a frivolous phenomenon, is anything but.   This is an active volcano which has claimed hundreds of millions of lives.  Just firing you is a small, small thing for it.  Just destroying your life – very easy.  Don’t mess with it.  If you can avoid a fight with it, do.

And if you can’t, don’t be defensive.  Attack.  If possible, attack in depth and preemptively.  (What do you think I’m doing here?)  One of the things that this evil machine is capable of, for example, is covering up hatefacts – realities that embarrass it or contradict its narrative.  Your goal in attacking it is to embarrass and contradict it, creating a counter-narrative that it cannot incorporate into its own entertainment product.  If you succeed, you will be covered up as well – which is exactly what you want.  So the purpose of your attack is not to draw attention, but to avoid attention.”

My Comment:

Again, Mr. Moldbug echoes my own sentiments.

The goal of activism shouldn’t be to occupy the visible space of the establishment media on a smaller scale by bringing publicity to a certain position, for instance.

You can’t fight the state using the methods of the state.

Your goal should be the exact opposite. Not to gain prominence. But to abjure it.

To vanish. To disappear. And to take the handful who can still see you, along with you, when you disappear. First, imaginatively. Then, literally.

Your goal is to join the invisibility that clings to the dark underbelly of  the public realm… join it and keep joining it…so that it increases, drop by drop – a pool of inchoate truth seeping out from under the steel girders of bureaucracy and ideology.

In that sense, this blog is the anti-Wikileaks and, if I had a press,  it wouldn’t call itself the Sunshine Press. Sunshine suggests openness…transparency, another watch-word of the powers that be.

I raise a cheer here for obscurity, darkness,  secrecy.