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Review of ‘Submission’ by Michel Houellebecq.

I tore through Houellebecq’s ‘Submission’, loved it, and shelved it next to Raspail’s ‘Camp of the Saints’. Truly a tale from the last days of empire.

Posted on Amazon…

If I had to sum it up in one sentence:

Francois, a cynical, intellectual bachelor, meanders alone through the self-indulgent, humanist suicide of Western Civilization, finally stumbling into a reason to go on living.

Some interesting quotations:

On the secular religion of democracy:
“I’ve always loved election night. I’d go so far as to say it’s my favorite TV show.” (p58)

On the despair of post-modern civilization:
“…The life of every Western woman. In the morning she probably blow-dried her hair, then she thought about what to wear, as befitted her professional status, whether ‘stylish’ or ‘sexy,’ most likely ‘stylish’ in her case. Either way, it was a complex calculation, and it must have taken her a while to get ready before dropping the kids off at daycare, then she spent the day e-mailing, on the phone, in various meetings, and once she got home, around nine, exhausted,… she’d collapse, get into a sweatshirt and yoga pants, and that’s how she would greet her lord and master, and some part of him must have known–had to have known–that he was f*****, and some part of her must have known that she was f*****, and that things wouldn’t get better over the years.” (p74)

On loneliness and aging:
“What would it be like when I was fifty, sixty, older? I’d be no more than a jumble of organs in slow decomposition, my life an unending torment, grim, joyless, and mean.” (p78)

On companionship:
“A couple is a world, autonomous and enclosed, that moves through the larger world essentially untouched.” (p107)

On the impotent, empty, neo-marxist media:
“Those progressive mummified corpses–extinct in the wider world–who managed to hang on in the citadels of the media, still cursing the evil of the times and the toxic atmosphere of the country… the left, paralyzed by (Ben Abbes’s) multicultural background, had never been able to fight him, or so much as mention his name.” (p124)

On the insular nature Western Civilization:
“All intellectual debate of the twentieth century can be summed up as a battle between communism–that is ‘hard’ humanism–and liberal democracy, the soft version. But what a reductive debate.” (p207)

On death of civilizations:
“I subscribed more and more to Toynbee’s idea that civilizations die not by murder but by suicide.” (p208)

On the scourge of the nation-state model:
“Nations were a murderous absurdity, and after 1870 anyone paying attention had probably figured this out. That’s when nihilism, anarchism, and all that crap started.” (p210)

On the fatal flaw of classical liberalism:
“Liberal individualism triumphed as long as it undermined intermediate structures such as nations, corporations, castes, but when it attacked that ultimate social structure, the family, and thus the birthrate, it signed its own death warrant.” (p221)

On Islamo-Marxism:
“Islamo-leftism, he wrote, was a desperate attempt by moldering, putrefying, brain-dead Marxists to hoist themselves out of the dustbin of history by latching onto the coattails of Islam.” (p224)

On the collapse of Europa and Rome:
“The facts were plain: Europe had reached a point of such putrid decomposition that it could no longer save itself, any more than fifth-century Rome could have done.” (p225)

On atheists:
“The only true atheists I’ve ever met were people in revolt. It wasn’t enough for them to coldly deny the existence of God–they had to refuse it…” (p204)

The novel can obviously be interpreted many ways. I read it as a scathing indictment of secular-humanism and its attempt to replace family and divinity with the secular worship of equity, democratically-defined morality, and sovietized super-bureaucracy. In Submission, France accepted Islam–and all its backwardations–because it gave the people a reason to live that transcended the next sexual climax, drug-induced high, or national anthem chorus.

Finally a quote on authors:
“An author is above all a human being, present in his books, and whether he writes well or very badly hardly matters–as long as he gets his books written and is indeed present in them.” (p5)

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Merging Big Tech and Big Brother

“The once-distant planets of consumer Big Tech and American surveillance agencies are fast merging into a single corporate-bureaucratic life-world, whose potential for tracking, sorting, gas-lighting, manipulating, and censoring citizens may result in a softer version of China’s Big Brother…”

“With so many pots of gold waiting at the end of the Washington, DC, rainbow, it seems like a small matter for tech companies to turn over our personal data—which legally speaking, is actually their data—to the spy agencies that guarantee their profits. This is the threat that is now emerging in plain sight. It is something we should reckon with now, before it’s too late.”

“The 2008 election of Barack Obama, a well-credentialed technocrat who identified very strongly with the character of Spock from Star Trek, gave the old-time scientistic-progressive religion new currency on the left and ushered in a cozy relationship between the Democratic Party and billionaire techno-monopolists who had formerly fashioned themselves as government-skeptical libertarians.”

Read more on Wired

Toiletry Company Insults Its Customers

Men’s razor company #Gillette tried to “virtue signal” with a smug, condescending, insulting ridicule of their own customers. As if men are so horrible they need to be reminded by a company that makes toiletries to do the right thing. I’m curious what would happen if Tampax ran an ad urging women not to be bitchy and irrational while on their periods.

What #SJW lunatic devised this ad strategy, you ask? Her name is Kim Gehrig, the third wave feminist director of this

Here’s the ad:

 

2nd COG Draft Coming Along

Chapter 10

“I know what they’re going to do, Mr. President…”

The POTUS, nestled in his burgundy recliner, deep within the subterranean SuperBunker Oval Office, watched the androgynous CNN host shepherd a panel of like-minded pundits working in unison to assuage the building public terror of eminent thermo-nuclear destruction. The pundits, without citation or named source, but with photogenic smiles and affirming nods, parroted each other’s assurances that the benevolent, munificent, brilliant leaders and elites down in the bunker would certainly manage to work things out and save the world… one only needed to remain calm and have faith. And if they weren’t able to work things out… well… government would at least survive the nuclear holocaust to rebuild a better world— which was something all the people on the surface could be proud of… at least up until the moment they were vaporized by the super-heated plasma.

The president was sipping a scotch. It was 8 a.m.

Yellow Vest Riots Against the EU Soviet Continue

The revolution will not be televised…

 

Review of ‘Reinventing Collapse: The Soviet Experience and American Prospects” by Dmitry Orlov

#collapse, #USSR, #Orlov
If one can slog through the author’s ideological disdain for consumerism, sneering distaste for individualism, outright contempt for cars and the “tremendously inefficient” “Potemkin” single family home, his promotion of compelling people to live in stacks of multi-family, multi-generational urban compartments (but not his family because he lives on a boat), his affinity for corralling, sclerotic, government mass-transit systems, and his steadfast commitment to the hysteria of peak oil, there is yet a lot of meat on the bone here.

His walk through the stages of currency failure is informative, and the step-by-step description of the dissolution of government institutions and the “bloody” consequences of the vacuum left behind is fascinating.

Although the author largely dismisses the role of central planning as the primal cause of the Soviet collapse– economic systems that subvert price signals tend to allocate investment capital wastefully– he astutely describes the similarities between the Soviet and the U.S. fed gov’s bloated, bureaucratic failure. Both were/are inextricably enmeshed in bankrupting foreign misadventures, refusing to disengage for fear of ruining their prestige. He describes the pending U.S. fed gov’s imperial failure as being amplified in the absence of the USSR because: “The United States needs a new Cold War to show itself and the world that it still matters” and “A superpower’s vitality is critically dependent on the sustaining power of [its] myth.”

I’m certain neoconservative readers will bristle at that.

Orlov describes how the collapsing corpo-fascist (he describes it as “capitalist”) U.S. economy would be replaced by isolated, atomistic, resourceful opportunists once it is destroyed by hyperinflation.

The comparisons continue: from rates of incarceration, indebtedness, the industrialization of agriculture, the importation of consumer goods, the pervasive, hierarchical incompetence and corruption, the brain drain as specialists flee the empires in search of better opportunities, so on and so forth… all of it compelling reading. In the author’s defense, he shows unapologetically that when one pulls back the veneer of propaganda, both empires were quite similar and on quite similar trajectories, even if the Soviets are portrayed as mere bumbling incompetents whereas Americans are apparently something more sinister– an understandable bias considering the author’s origin and progressive ideology.

Is energy collapse the primary cause of imperial failure? Orlov makes his case. I remain unconvinced as I don’t believe in catastrophic peak oil collapse. Peak oil theorist tend to under-weight technological advances and wholly ignore the substitution effect. But the book is still a very interesting read. I just wish it was less polemic.

https://www.amazon.com/gp/customer-reviews/R2GKJF25QLRSF9

COG 2nd Draft Excerpt 1

The steady stream of oligarchs and cronies, apparatchiks and bureaucrats, elites and nobles arrived at one of the three international airports over the course of the following days. By terms of the UN accord and SuperBunker protocols, anyone who possessed a valid PIN was whisked away by bus or luxury limousines and driven down into one of the twelve bunker access points. They were ferried through the enormous, steel blast doors, photographed, DNA profiled, and GPS micro-chipped. After an interactive video orientation, they were then driven by monorail and golf cart to their apartment in their designated section arranged within the circular bunker according to their country of origin.

Each day, two hundred thousand civilians, with special access PINs,  commuted into the Superbunker to deliver the food and goods, to make the repairs, maintain the equipment, cut the hair and manicure the nails, cook the meals, mop the floors, and do whatever other manual functions that could not be performed by machines or the elites themselves. They each signed a contract that stipulated that, in the event that the doors had to be closed, they would remain inside the bunker, and continue performing assigned tasks as well as any others as may be required. Six barracks nodes were established along the three hundred mile, circular monorail route, where the workers would be quartered in the event of a worst case scenario. The conditions were Spartan and dorm-like. To be locked inside the bunker was considered to be a perk, at least by the elites who had written the provision. Little consideration was given for the heartache that would be felt by the workers— known as “The Grays”— who would be separated from their families on the surface.