Once Aryan Skynet Goes Live It Doesn't Matter Who Pulled The Switch
Star Trek makes a lot more sense when you realize that Gene Roddenberry probably had his face bashed in every day after school when he was a teenager. The Next Generation, particularly in its first two seasons, has a childish “FUCK YOU, DAD!” mentality that only the most emotionally stunted manbabies could take seriously. You can almost imagine Roddenberry hunched over his desk in a Xanadu-like mansion muttering to himself: “Stupid bigoted right-wing fascists, I’ll show THEM!”
Starfleet and the Federation in general are a nerd’s wet dream. There are no jocks or bimbos aboard the Enterprise; every crew member from Captain Picard down to the lowliest ensign is a citizen-philosopher. Their hobbies consist exclusively of high-minded pursuits like staging Shakespeare plays, mastering the violin and playing space chess. Everyone is polite and never gets into fights. Money is obsolete and replicators can provide anything that you need. Starfleet and the Federation themselves are never depicted as anything less than saintly; Roddenberry originally created them as stand-ins for the United Nations. You can see why this vision of the future would appeal to a certain type of social misfit.
If you want a vision of the nerd future, imagine being forced to listen to John Lennon’s “Imagine” on a[n] infinite loop forever.
Nerds cling to a bizarre mix of Nietzschean slave morality (believing that their oppression at the hands of the evil jocks and sluts makes them superior) and a childlike, Christian-esque faith that their enemies will get “what’s coming to them.” It’s a fantasy: the reality is that with few exceptions, the “popular kids” in high school end up becoming the most successful adults while losers stay losers. Most nerds, rather than develop the skills they need to turn their lives around, would rather retreat into self-pleasuring fantasy worlds in which their lack of charisma and peculiar obsessions are assets rather than liabilities. Trek fandom is basically a poor man’s narcissism.
The ironic dimension of this assessment is that, minus its ideological dressings, it fairly well describes Forney’s fellow neoreactionaries – the difference being that the latter infuse their science fiction escapism with medievalist fantasy cosplay. “When I first got started with my reactionary writings,” confesses #ZRx blogger AntiDem, “I thought I would be the only anime fan in these circles. Boy was I ever wrong.” Neoreactionaries like Nick B. Steves and Aaron Clarey delight in representing themselves with Japanese cartoon avatars.
The Neoreaction “is part of the same geek-identity narrative that is driving #GamerGate,” writes Bootleg Girl. In its worst excesses, the Neoreaction might be said to comprise the collective yearnings toward a cerebral Columbine in which a store of boring readings in political theory are transformed into the weapons of deferred teen vengeance. “When geeks eventually take power,” tweets neoreactionary crossdresser Justine Tunney, “there won’t be any mercy for the society that once bullied us from cradle to grave. Be afraid.”
The integrity of this intellectual project is at stake when people publicly associated with neoreaction by the media are making comments like this. That’s why I’ve asked for people within neoreaction not to associate with him. When someone is publicly espousing ideas superficially associated with neoreaction, but makes comments along these lines, completely shunning him is the only way to disabuse any public notions of an ideological association. The credibility and viability of neoreaction—no matter what its role ultimately may be—is at stake.
Anissimov’s real apprehension, rather, is that outsiders to the movement will see in transvestite Tunney a visual symbol of the Neoreaction itself as a game of intellectualized dress-up. Many in these circles favor an “inquisition” to root out and excommunicate cosplayers whose costume design clashes with their own. At all costs, the movement must remain elitist and guard against any “entryism” or promiscuous dilution of the nebulous canon of neoreactionary ideals. It cannot become accessible, let alone popular. To do so would be to renounce its aloof cyber-identity as the shadow intelligentsia of the stormlit Castlevanian order of the future.
Anissimov, in his “Neoreactionary Glossary”, quotes in his definition of “Demotism” Erik von Kuehnelt-Leddihn’s assertion that “The renaissance of democracy marked the beginning of the Age of the ‘G’ — guillotines, genocide, gaols, gallows, gaschambers [sic] and Gulags.” Anissimov clearly intends hereby to discredit the popular politics of ethnonational consciousness as merely a sinister prelude to totalitarian bloodbaths. James Nicholas Pell, in his article “Overreacting to Neoreaction”, corroborates that for neoreactionaries, the hated “Demotism means something between ‘democracy’ and ‘populism’; it seamlessly encompasses fascism, Bolshevism, and Anglo-American liberal democracy.”
This would seemingly include all political discourse sufficiently crude as to handle the Jewish Question without kid gloves. When Anissimov was so indecorous as to bring to readers’ attention the acid influence of Frankfurt School intellectuals on the present decay of the West, Nick Land responded that this represented a “new low” for Neoreaction. “Is anybody going to try and tell me, with a straight face, that this has anything whatsoever to do with NRx?” Land challenged in a tweeted act of judeolingus. “If this is NRx I’m Mao Zedong.”
Curtis Yarvin, Jewish guru of Neoreaction under his alias Mencius Moldbug, is more or less a devotee of establishment “Holocaust” orthodoxy. “I hope I’ve done my part to make the Holocaust seem a little more like the real event it was,” he sighs in concluding an unimpressively dismissive essay in which, by way of substantiation, he links more than once – first with seeming irony, but then as a source of information – to the weepy Nizkor.org, a site that repeats such hoary howlers as the claim that Josef Mengele had children “sewn together to create Siameses [sic] twins”. Yarvin also characterizes revisionists as “frothing at the mouth”.
The comments under one of Yarvin’s poems are instructive in profiling the audience drawn to the movement. “The Jews are not an alien presence in Western civ, they are in fact a key component,” comments “The Undiscovered Jew”, who argues furthermore that “There is no such thing as a Jewish elite” and that anti-Semitism “is maladaptive for Europeans genetic interests.” The “notion that somehow the frankfurt school influenced public policy in this country, especially in the last 50 years, is ridiculous,” adds Yarvin follower “death maiden”. “Drethelin”, a commenter on Nick Land’s blog, bemoans the “shit from people who would happily throw me in an oven and prefer to talk about jewish conspiracies rather than theorize about how to actually build effective governmental structures.”
To the extent that the Neoreaction has been noticed by mainstream commentators, the accounts have been primarily of the uncomprehendingly salacious and alarmist variety one would expect. The Baffler’s Corey Pein, in a piece amusingly titled “Mouthbreathing Machiavellis Dream of a Silicon Reich”, dismisses Yarvin’s blog as fodder for “the usual teeth-gnashing white supremacists” and scary “gun nuts”. But “If race is a Dark Enlightenment obsession,” quips TakiMag’s Pell, “someone forgot to tell them” – which, this writer would add, is precisely why this coterie of anti-feminist bluestockings is of such a limited utility.
There is, however, in much of the negative press a grain of truth with regard to the geek identity constituting the Neoreaction, as when Pein points out that Yarvin’s “political treatises are heavily informed by the works of J.R.R. Tolkien and George Lucas” and that “Moldbug reads like an overconfident autodidact’s imitation of a Lewis Lapham essay — if Lewis Lapham were a fascist teenage Dungeon Master.” Then, too, there was Mike Anissimov’s apparent intention to found a “monarchist commune” in rural Idaho – which, to their credit, seems to have been rejected by the neoreactionary rank-and-file – probably as too disconcertingly lifelike and non-sedentary an undertaking.
Race is too visceral, too accessible, to become the focus of neoreactionary inactivity. Neoreaction, as Bryce Laliberté conveniently explains, has no aspiration to relevance to the stinking herd. Populism – which is to say, the potential for real-world influence and infiltration of hearts and minds – would require of the Dark Adolescence that they communicate effectively with precisely the sorts of people who disregarded them back in high school.
Conveniently for Nick Land, admittedly “autistic nerds” are the only people “capable of participating effectively in the advanced technological processes that characterize the emerging economy”. He adds in a snickering, hand-rubbing validation of this writer’s thesis that Neoreaction forms an elaborate corpus of dweeb revenge fantasy literature:
For the autistic nerds, the social relations that matter are those among themselves — the productive [of what?] networks which are their model for final-phase human culture in general — along with the ever more intricate connections they enter into with technological machines. From pretty much everybody else — whether psycho-sadistic girls, or extractive mobs and tyrannical politicians — they expect nothing except social torture, parasitism, and bullying, mixed up with some menial services that the machines of tomorrow will do better. Their tendency is to find a way to flee.
For the rest of humanity, exposed ever more clearly as a kind of needy detritus, bullying is all that’s left. If they can’t find a way to pocket the nerds’ lunch-money, they won’t be getting anything to eat. From this perspective, an escaping nerd is far more of an intolerable aggression than a policeman’s boot in the teeth. There’s only one popular politics at the end of the road, and that’s cage the nerds. Find a formulation for this which sounds both convincing and kinda-sorta reasonable, and the red carpet to power is rolled out before your feet.
Which is it going to be? Starve the masses or enslave the nerds? There’s no way this doesn’t get incredibly ugly.
From the Outside in perspective, the fast track to realism on all this is to stop pretending that anybody other than nerds has anything much to offer the future. (Completely devoid of autistic nerd competences ourselves, the detachment from which we speak is impeccable.) This harsh-realist short-cut eliminates all the time-wasting on “special” things non-nerds can do — which somehow always end up being closely related to the task of governance (and that, as we have seen, reduces ultimately to intimidating nerds). “OK, you’re not a nerd, but you’re special.” We’ve all heard that before.
Even without being an autistic nerd, one can be gifted with some modest measure of intelligence — enough in any case to realize: “History’s shaping itself into some nightmarish nerd-revenge narrative.” It doesn’t even take an artificial super-intelligence to understand why that should be.
Land’s confession that these frail characters’ intragroup social relations are the only ones that matter to them points to the self-defeatingly insular nature of their enterprise. Worse, their vanity makes them ignorant. Quick to insult those they see as less cultured or having lower IQs – or, anyway, having jobs and therefore less leisure in which to devour libraries – the Dark Enlightenment refuses to acknowledge the value of thought and research that originates beyond the rarefied realm of their self-congratulating right-otaku intelligentsia and selected quarters of academia, Church, and literary tradition. Michael Collins Piper? Michel Chossudovsky? Paul Craig Roberts? Who are they? Has Moldbug ever validated their scribblings with a mention? Have they in their works addressed the question of ultra-Calvinism as a progenitor of the militant social justice Cathedral? No? What use are they then?
Questioning the story that cave-dwelling Arabs outsmarted NORAD four times on 9/11? Complaining about bankers and wars and ZOG in articles that the working class can actually read and understand and – Laliberté forbid – actually enjoy? Mon Dieu, l’horreur! Très démodé! Better to write about the unbounded techno-commercial power of immediately self-protective and ultimately sovereign capital autonomization. But deigning to mention Baruch Goldstein, Dov Zakheim, or Irene Zisblatt? Why, that could lead to runaway anti-Semitism and other manifestations of unwashed demotism!
Memehopper’s assessment that “NRx obviously began as jewish entryism to coopt white high-iq types into vanity and velleity” bears repeating.
Philo-Semitic writer and neoreactionary favorite Erik von Kuehnelt-Leddihn, who reminds his audience that “Monarchy in Europe was an international institution”, also says in connection with the background of Ludwig von Mises, “Never forget, in the old times, any Hebrew who became a Christian [. . .] immediately, automatically was becoming a member of the [. . .] nobility, because, obviously, being a Hebrew, you were a relative of our Lord.” Let readers bear this quotation in mind whenever next they see a judeoreactionary writer extolling monarchy and calling for the regeneration of an aristocracy of mysterious pedigree.
What this civilization requires is not more elitists and self-absorbed pedants, but pitchforks and torches of propaganda – the ugliest truths, the angriest wisdom, reracinating populism, and gentile jacquerie.
Ecrasons l’Infame, mes paysans!
(working man and totally disingenuous aristocrat)
[UPDATE 5/18/15: Weev on “The Hilarious Meltdown of Mike Anissimov“]