The purpose of this writing is informally to describe and endorse an
expressly
Nietzschean mode of offensive behavior. Building upon some of the worst
fears within the leftist community, I do intend to continue development
of an entity (me) which existed prior to the analyses and
deconstructions of
their most prominent theorists. I shall draw exclusively upon the
chapter "Trasformismo from Gramsci
to Dick, or the Spectacular Technoculture of Everyday Life" from
the book Nietzsche's Corpse,
written by the Duke University Communist Geoff Waite, whose badly
written book I did deliberately endure for the purpose of extracting
his rendition
of Nietzsche's ghost to amplify in this
work.
I shall start out by saying that I do not believe Geoff Waite invented
much. He watched several bad movies, read several bad
books, perhaps euphorically sucked a few dicks, and then set about
repackaging the experience as another
twisted but banal capitalist commodity, namely a block of paper stamped
"Communism." He is a homosexist butcher of the english
language, an amplifier for the crippled and troglodyte economic
theories of the late 19th century, and above all, not a clear or
concise writer. To the nanominded, this reflects poorly upon
myself for purchasing
his book -- a book I ripped as I read. However, I believe it was
written about
me. Who can resist reading an unauthorized biography?
I am the buyer of the book Nietzsche's
Corpse. In it, I (as Nietzsche's Corpse) am accused of
perpetrating a grand hoax
upon the Left. Waite's rough description of my character
is: Microphallic (chuh!), Esoteric, Unwitting, Sexist,
Protofascist, and
Cybernetic. But how can I say that Waite describes me? As
the lector, that is the intended recipient of the text, l'outre, the
other, I am that indeed. Where Waite hates himself for being a
Nietzschean, he hates all who are Nietzschean, and he does so with
a projected self-loathing, an unwashable dirtiness, a yeast
infection. Where Waite resorts to any and all
devices to project his lover's-hatred and assert his invert's will, he
is blinded to the identity of his opponent. I shall make use of
this blindness and engage in some mandatory ridicule.
Let us dismiss a few hunks of junk which now clutter this
writing: "Spectacular Technoculture of Everyday Life." I
did not pour through Waite's dismembered endnotes, so I don't know who
he burgled
that cliche from. I am not online, so I shall not type it in,
subtract Waite's name from the keywords and find out that way.
'Nuff time wasted. People have
a lot of gadgets. The
statement is true. It is a boring subject. "Gramsci," an
idiot communist anarchist who spent most of his life in a prison for
trying to destroy economies, and issuing threats. He is
done. His button is popped out. Forget him. "Phillip
K. Dick" Great guy. Good science fiction writer. A
producer with the good sense to create an endowment for other
producers, thereby ensuring new lines of product. "Trasformismo,"
the ideological transformation effected by a nonchiasmic,
nonreciprocal, venous ray of thought substitutions. Interesting.
The Nietzschean spectre conjured and attacked by Waite has these
characteristics: Loquatious, Devious, Opportunistic, Apodictic,
Egoist, Penile, Masculine, Preemptive, Transformative, Prescient,
Poisonous to assimilate. Waite prescribes an antidote:
someone Garrulous, Relentless, Defiled, Inclusive, Altruist, Castrated,
Reactive, Fugitive, Romanticist, Retroviral. In short, he
prescribes an alternate disease, a laudanum, an herpes, an AIDS.
Returning to the main subject "to describe and endorse an expressly
Nietzschean mode of offensive behavior" using Waite's Nietzschean
specter as an additional template overlaid upon that of Myself [and] of
Nietzsche. A blurring of the line separating the three.
Date of Waite's publication: 1998. Date of myself, 1973.
Precession of Nietzsche to myself. Precession of myself to the
Nietzschean simulacrum generated by Waite. (Precession of the
Simulacra by Jean Baudrillard. Read it.) Precession of Self
to Self
' as an eigenvalue or a transformation series. Inherent
trasformismo within a human self and the irreversability or lack of
interchangeability between new model Self and previous model Self.
Much which ought to be explained here I gloss over. This fulfills
Waite's allegation of the existence of an esoteric semiotic. My
assertion: that human motivation
is at root a semi-closed (as in
lasers) amplification of irrational impulse patterns, networked
perhaps unburdens the semiotic. Each man is an oubliette
containing the reverberating nonsense of a larger outside
universe. His physical limitations give form to the expression of
that nonsense. The rectification of that nonsense into hierarchy
and actionable directives is the basis of Will, and ultimately the
strongest man has authority. Thus sayeth I, author and man.
Flowing from this is the necessary distancing of men from women.
Women do NOT conceive of things in this way. They conceive of
things similarly, but with a greater tendency to placate, harmonize
and
protect the eggs from being damaged. Women are more likely to
believe Christianity or Socialism since women are more prone to
forgive, or to see that resources are distributed equitably. By
and large men are concerned with winning promptly by direct aggression
the most amount of resources, and doling them out to his mate and
offspring. The opponents of this particular aspect of overt
Nietzschean offensive behavior include The Church and The
Commune. The Church takes control of the sexual gate by which
finance is rerouted to the basket via the promise of deferred but
greater pleasure. The Commune eradicates the division between men
and women and between parents and children, rerouting the fruits of
sex, finance, and reproduction into the basket of Greater Good, which
is then always stolen by the wiliest member of the Commune.
A general axiom of Nietzscheanism is that division is good, hierarchy
is great, and I am excellent. Let's thump a little voltage
through this.
Division is essential to mitosis. Growth is based on
division. To be divisive is to cause growth to take place.
To be divisive does not necessitate holding resentment, rebellion and
revolution. Joyous, horrific divisiveness can be administered
from top to bottom.
Hierarchy is essential to organisms. There is no organism of
significant competitive status to that which has three brain sections
organized hierarchically. Anarchy in a brain can be acheived by
blunt trauma, or penetration by ballistics, or microwave
radiation. Goop is a default state of matter.
Self is essential to a man. A Self of Magnitude is essential to
Overman. Ownership is essential to self, literally "being one's
own." Communal ownership of "one" by a collective eradicates man
and replaces him with a cyborg. Eradication of collectives or
pilfering of collectives by Overman makes Overman a cyborg as
well. A fight ensues between the human collectivized cybernetic
model and the lone actor cybernetic model. The present, our
century, the 21st, is a case of proto and cybernetic warfare.
Futurism is obsolete. We are in the era for which Nietzsche
encapsulated his text. We Nietzscheans are the preemptive
strikers, information warriors, cybernetic lone actors embedded in the
collectivised cybernetic models, also smoking pipes in high backed
chairs outside the collectivized cybernetic models, also physical
embodiments of collectivized cybernetic models, and transient features
supervening
upon collectivized cybernetic models. This places us inside,
outside,
through, above, and askew the collectivized cybernetic model. Any
one particular position is an avatar, and we rulers use avatars
interchangeably. Oppenheimer did not know the half of it.
Shrink this entire discussion. Author and reader standing in a
blank whitespace like Morpheus and Neo, minus Higher Learning, Point
Break, Buddhism, Luddism, Zion, Karma, and Historical
Materialism. Both pills do the same thing. Upload a throne
instead of an easychair. Upload and combine Hassan i Sabah, Manu,
Terminator,
1984, Abu Ghraib, Jabberwocky, Pinhead, Darth Vader, Ra of Stargate,
Kahlil Gibran, Zod, Muad'dib, Clockwork Orange. Seat him on this
throne and let the spiderlike mechanical insects crawl upon his face
and body as he recites the Riddle of Steel and Eternal Recurrence of
the Same. Let his voice sound like Valkyries emitting beams from
Star Trek Phasers. Let his voice level buildings. And let
it be me. Let the word "Ridiculoos" turn commies into gothic
fairies in feather boas. Right hand Gryffindor, Left hand
Slytherin. Everyone else a Hufflepuff. This is the essence
of Nietzscheanism.
Megalomania pulled off -- is a mode of expressly Nietzschean offensive
behavior.
Make it so!
Captain Walker carries Mister Dead in
his pocket.
Today is your lucky day -- You own a plane.
Bust a deal, face the wheel!
Who run
Bartertown?
Etc. etc. etc. These are the good slogans and questions.
Solidarity!
Question Authority
Dude, who stole my country?
and the problematiques of departmental socialism are not the good
slogans or questions. But we shall consider one question asked by
Waite:
"Fascism?" Waite asks this. But can anybody answer the
question CHARLIE GORDON? Only Charlie can. To cohere:
On which television channel does Nietzsche exist in his most rectified
signal? Meaning, the signal as in "Videodrome" or "They
Live." Waite wants to put a channel block on that one. Use
the "C chip" as it were. No dice. Nietzsche is
television. Is Amazon.com. Is Netflix. Am I using the
term Nietzsche a little too loosely here, a little to much like
"God." How shall I use the term? How shall I use
myself? How shall I use the rhetorical trope of
deconstructionism? Is it mine to use? Is anything which is
"one's own" also necessarily Self? Can fascism answer the
question "Fascism?" Is it's answer "it's own" and therefore
I.T./Self? Coherence requires entanglement. Refinement
requires milling, stratification, packaging and shelving. Include
"Box" from Logan's Run on the aformentioned throne.
But I ramble.
To make the end of this writing more closely resemble the beginning of
this writing and thereby to affect a conclusion, I will endorse a few
more expressly Nietzschean modes of offensive behavior which exemplify
a few more projected fears of Geoff Waite. All who come in
contact with Nietzschean writings become Nietzscheans, or else resolve
to avoid reading his writings henceforth for fear of becoming
Nietzscheans. Simultaneous next
thought: 1) Such is not true of the writings of Karl Marx. 2) thus I
echo Ecce Homo.
Self Diagnostic:
Cyborg? Si. Protofascist? No. Fascist: Behaving in an
authoritarian manner? Yes. State Fascist? No.
Fascist of one's own internal states? Yes. Tendency to inflict one's
own internal states upon others? Yes. Tendency to compare The
State with one's own State of Being? Always. Tendency to
make
one's own state of being a feature of The State?
Absolutely. Therein the explanation for looking down upon
Reichsdeutsch composers and Reichsdeutsch existentialists, but not upon
imperialism. Apparent conservation of Final Cause and Historical
Materialism in that empire's tendency to produce Great Men leads to the
belief that the purpose of civilization is to rise and fall in order to
produce Great Men at the expense of vastly many others.
Charming,
but a noble lie behind which I, Nietzschean do merrily own and operate
heavy equipment.
Lokian, Shivaic, Hermetic. Mischief, persistent creative destruction,
and a messenger service on winged heels. Jim Morrison and the
Doors. Jason and the Argonauts. Achilles and the Myrmidon.
Wu Tang and the Killer Bees. All are transformative toward the
Bigger, the post-Dead, the dopest. At minimum a story, a lyric, a
song, at maximum an immortal. At medium a drive, an impulse, a
machine, a vehicle.
Maxims:
What heals can also kill.
Show me the money.
I am the new art.
Live and let die.
I
want more life, fucker. (Add some sayings of your own).
The best quote from Nietzsche's
Corpse was: "the more peculiar
problem, at least for genuine communism, is that almost anywhere one
goes these days -- home or abroad, high culture or low -- some
more or less 'traditional,' more or less 'cyborg' version of
Nietzsche's corps/e lies ready and waiting."
That's true, fucker. And the best part is you only just figured
that out.
