Please, Please, Please Call Me a Racist™
One notices in subtle ways, however, that people are pushing back. Read the comments below any racially tinged or politically correct news story. People get it now. The jig is up; the fiddler’s done fiddlin’. We all see the emperor’s bare ass and all that jazz. Many blacks see it too — the ones nobody talks about. The media has become so absurd, so discredited, so obviously disreputable in the eyes of the public that everything it stands for, every charge it hurls, including Racism™, is now meaningless, like paper money after an inflationary rush. Down is up. Bad is good. Racist™ is no racist at all.
In addition to a failed media we have a failed presidential administration, one that was hailed (by said failed media) as one of Hope and Change, one of a Glorious Great Leap into a Post-Racial Future. We were promised oh so many things: The birds would sing Vivaldi, the seas would part, the dead would rise, dogs and cats would live together. We’d all have health care, homes with no mortgages, energy that was free and green. We’d seal Guantanamo brick by brick. Race? We wouldn’t even remember the definition of the word. Our cups would brim and runneth over.
But we get it now.
Over the past four decades, one of the main reasons the word “racism” became so powerful was that it was backed up by the increasingly symbiotic relationship between the economy and the state. I’m willing to bet that if it could be demonstrated mathematically, the social power of the word “racism” would prove to have risen in direct proportion to the number of new economic regulations added to the books.
The bigger the relationship between state and economy, the more well entrenched certain worthless and otherwise profitless industries become. The more worthless an industry is, the more amenable it is to political power, because the more political power it needs to survive parasitically off the public. Thus we have the Race Industry. Like a virus that hijacks a healthy cell’s genetic machinery, the Race Industry worked its way into every corner of society, spreading its poison via the workings of American political economy. With power and money as its fuel and fear and guilt as its product, the Race Industry milked us all until we were half dead, until we were forced, in the ultimate act of sadomasochism, to elect a president—a president!—who quite literally worshiped at the church of racism.
But now that trillion-dollar stimuli have yielded no results and the entire social-democratic world, from California to the European Union, is a financial disaster... now that state power and “social democracy” are starting to be questioned by ever-growing chunks of a ripped-off and pissed-off public... now that each day brings more absurd news stories of “racism,” each moving the bar for being called a Racist™ even lower... now that the bar has been lowered so far it scrapes the pavement... now that we are all Racists™...
Now that all of this is happening, the (forgive me for using this term) paradigm is shifting.
We get it now.
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