Thursday, August 11, 2011

Get Your Toys

One of The National Review's whiners is really, really upset at the state of things in Britain:
Through British veins runs the poisonous fake idealism of “human rights” and “sensitivity,” of happy-clappy multicultural groveling and sick, weak, deracinated moral universalism — the rotten fruit of a debased, sentimentalized Christianity.

When not begging for forgiveness and chastisement from those who rightfully despise him, the modern Brit is lost in contemplation of his shiny new car or tweeting new gadget; or else he has given over all his attention to some vapid TV production or soccer team.

I treasure my faint, fading recollections of Britain when she was still, for a few years longer, a nation.

Today Britain is merely a place, a bazaar. Let it burn!
"Let it burn!" is the sniveling motto of right-wing "thought" these days, judging not only from the tantrum cited above but from the fondness for reckless brinksmanship that has swept the party of Hoover.

Most of all, I am struck by how hard the National Review scribbler is trying to sound like Nietzsche -- and that would be, I guess, a pretty neat trick if you had the actual gravitas and style to achieve it, but since this wretch has neither, it suggests the image of a furious, self-serious looter reimagined as a kid running to the pool carrying his inflatable toy.

To be clear, this is how Nietzsche actually sounds:
It is a painful and tragic spectacle that rises before me: I have drawn back the curtain from the rottenness of man. This word, in my mouth, is at least free from one suspicion: that it involves a moral accusation against humanity. It is used—and I wish to emphasize the fact again—without any moral significance: and this is so far true that the rottenness I speak of is most apparent to me precisely in those quarters where there has been most aspiration, hitherto, toward "virtue" and "godliness." As you probably surmise, I understand rottenness in the sense of décadence: my argument is that all the values on which mankind now fixes its highest aspirations are décadence-values.

I call an animal, a species, an individual corrupt, when it loses its instincts, when it chooses, when it prefers, what is injurious to it. A history of the "higher feelings," the "ideals of humanity"—and it is possible that I’ll have to write it—would almost explain why man is so degenerate. Life itself appears to me as an instinct for growth, for survival, for the accumulation of forces, for power: whenever the will to power fails there is disaster. My contention is that all the highest values of humanity have been emptied of this will—that the values of décadence, of nihilism, now prevail under the holiest names.
Yes indeed -- one of the holiest names of nihilism going is "conservatism."

(via Obscene Desserts)

No comments: