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The radical centrist perspective on the curious case of Kyle Rittenhouse

Aug 31, 2020

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Pre-Party Politics

Recently a young man named Kyle Rittenhouse shot 3 people, killing two of them. It’s the newest episode of social media happening, you’ve probably seen it. The event appears to solidify the “civil war” that’s been “brewing” for the last 4 years in the United States. Me, I think the die was cast on that with James Fields. It never mattered whether he was truly trying to kill people with his car, or was a tragic victim of circumstance; in politics, innocence or guilt does not matter. The only thing that matters in politics, is First Blood. You can’t put the genie back in the bottle. You gotta get yourself a bigger bottle.

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In the event of street brawl/peaceful protest turned tragic loss of life/deliberate premeditated murder, this is again the case. The question isn’t, whether it was one or the other. The question is, even IF it was, either — how could you possibly tell?

Luckily, I’m here to clear everything up. It’s not that the right is right and the left is wrong, or that the left is right and the right is left and up is down and dogs lie with cats. Furthermore, it’s not the case that they are both wrong. What’s interesting about our media constructed realities of today, is that they are both simultaneously right. And only Scott Adams is wrong.

The right wing version of events, portray Young Kyle as a Hero, and an avatar of the American Spirit. He defended himself in self defence, and was within his moral and legal rights to deliver deadly force on his aggressors. They are correct. The left wing version of the story, Kyle went to the street brawl looking for an excuse. This is also correct. However, what is missing is an understanding of human desire and fantasy-enjoyment.

The fundamental cores of each claim to the truth of the situation, hold no contradictions with each other. Kyle did act fully morally and within his rights, but he did so by accident, for psychosexual reasons. Literally no contradiction. Each “side” only explains what appears most clear to them, what “strikes the eye” of each.

The recent fashion of street parades and political twerking contests, or “Burning Man, but for black people” in the American news cycle and social media content, is fundamentally deeply perverted. They function, as do all festivals, as a way to engage in psychosexual enjoyment. I speak here, of course, only of the man on the ground, the actual rioter. Not the guy who pays his bus ticket.

The festival is a fantasy space; a safe space, and Other Space, in which one can approach otherwise forbidden fantasy-enjoyment. In this case, of violence. That’s a lot of words to say what you already know: It’s all a LARP. And everyone who goes to the LARP, knows the deal. I do not believe in such things as “someone who’s stupid enough to actually buy the political spectacle and believe it”. The only ones who appear this way, do so, because they don’t care, about whether it’s true or not. This is a difficult thing to wrap your head around the first time you do it, because YOU care about what’s true. But imagine you didn’t. Imagine if the truth value of any given proposition was entirely arbitrary — what then.

The revolution doesn’t care about anything as petty as political goals, or theory, or truth. The revolution cares about just being yourself, and it cares deeply, intensely, about enjoying yourself. Because that’s what the revolution has been taught in school.

The Festival

I’ve only ever been to music festivals after I stopped drinking. A particularly enlightening experience came when I was paid to put on a show at one. It’s a huge cultural deal in my local area, and as a youth you’re either cool or lame, depending on whether you’ve ever been, and I had this huge hang-up about never going, back when it would have been cool and I could have had sex with strangers, probably. So, getting invited to perform at one, felt like the chance to redeem myself, sexually speaking. I may have been a stupid lame nerd at the time, but look at me now! Now I’m not just there — I’m [SOMEONE WHO HAS STATUS] there! Now, surely, there’d be no limit to the amount of gash I could collect simply by showing my VIP badge, and I will be redeemed from my crime of having been a terrible loser, who got no pussy.

Putting on the show was great. We did so at noon. Afterwards, I was settling into a friend’s camp, and getting anxious that I couldn’t get along with everyone because I couldn’t have a drink. I stayed for one night, and I didn’t talk to any girls. The Festival proper started in the morning, and I thought about maybe buying some LSD, as a sort of middle ground to getting drunk, so I wouldn’t be such a weirdo.

The encampment of several thousands people had been going for about a day, and everywhere smelled like human shit. For the 24 hours I was there, there was not a single moment I could not hear someone playing music from a Disney movie on a stereo somewhere. At night, it turned into house- and dubstep remixes of Disney music. I went for a walk, to find somewhere where I could get away for just a little bit, but no matter where I went, I was overwhelmed by a strong stench of human shit, and Disney music. As the sun set, I was standing on a hill, looking out across the tents, and the thought struck me, much against my wishes, that this must be what Hell is like. I fought the thought, because I had really, really, really wanted to enjoy it. It was supposed to be great, and now it was all RUINED.

People don’t go to festivals to “have a good time”. They go to roll around in shit, like pigs. They don’t go to festivals to feel good and have fun, they go to experience humiliation and religious catharsis. You don’t go to drink and party, you drink because you have to, to stand it. Sure, you might also have a bit of sex and ecstasy, but that’s not the point, that’s the means to an end. The end is, “blowing off steam”, so you can cope with your miserable normal existence.

You don’t go to the extremes, you don’t travel to the edges of the world, because you want to feel “good”. You go because you want to feel sanctioned misery, as a way to engage with your forbidden feelings of guilt and dread and anxiety and dissatisfaction, to achieve a catharsis that is eluding you in polite society.

So Basically, (Post-Party Politics)

My point is, everyone who goes to a festival, except me, because I’m a big autismo, knows exactly what they are getting into. And when the “left” says, this is true of Kyle Rittenhouse, they know this is true, because they know it of themselves, and recognise it in him. And they ARE correct. All who enter Hell, go willingly.

“Antifa” is a LARP, but so is their opponents. BOOO BORING CENTRISM TAKE all right geez take it easy man I’m not finished. The point is, that to “fall for the psyop” and “take to the streets”, you don’t have to be an idiot. It’s not a question of being right or wrong, it’s a case of mistaken motive. It’s a case of mistaken assumptions about what people care about. They do not care about being right or wrong — the vector simply isn’t relevant. They care about engaging in psychosexual fantasy to alleviate the stress and anxiety induced by technological society and it’s consequences, because today and maybe all of time, humans process the traumatic primarily through sexual fantasy, because mixing it up with the ecstasy of orgasm, renders it approachable. And you’re a coward.

What is unique in the Rittenhouse case, what sticks out about him, is that he broke the rules of the fantasy-enjoyment established by the left (The bottom always tops from the bottom). The fundamental nature of the festival is that of a childish tantrum, of screaming to the heavens, and rolling around in filth, free from all consequence. To put it vulgarly: The “Left”’s fantasy, is being able to scream and shout and lash out at the Big Daddy-Other-State-Fascist — never actually hurting it, but being able to hit it over and over again. It’s a false rebellion, in the sense that while it’s stated goal is to break the Father, attacking him, hitting and scratching him and so forth, the desire is that he will never break, and never be hurt. The desire is to affirm the strength of the System/Father. In PUA terms, it’s a shit test. If you actually get hurt, she leaves you.

In less vulgar terms, both people who arrive from out of town to get in on the action, and are not the actual citizens of the particular Peaceful Moderate uprising, are engaging in BDSM role-play, and Kyle’s crime is the most heinous of all crimes in the pervert community: he didn’t respect the safe-word.

However I don’t mean to demonise Kyle either. Just as the “left”’s fantasy was ruined, so was his. Fantasy-enjoyment is about living the fantasy, not about actually “getting what you want” — to get what you want is traumatic, it ruins the fantasy, by having it come too close.

The “left” got what they wanted: a fascist killer on the lose, justifying everything they have done and everything they believe, retroactively. Kyle got what he wanted: he got into a life and death confrontation, and survived. Do any of the parties seem satisfied, from getting what they wanted? No matter what the legal verdict turns out to be, Kyle is going to be hunted for life. No matter what the truth, might be.

The purpose of fetishization is to formalise what amount of distance to the object of desire, is safe. And the Festival is a “safe space” — the frontier and the edge of the world, which you hold on to by the fingertips, with the eternal void beneath you, is the only safe place in the world. And the berries tasted wonderful.

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