To Taboo Tenente:
again, it's difficult to know where to begin. How about at the beginning, with communication as punishment. Because that's the motive behind the production of this effusion of pseudo-intellectual vomitus. You intended to chastise my wife for having the gall to stand up and say what it's no longer considered polite to say - that the narrative of the White man has as much validity, as narrative, as any other. Which is why the body of what you posted is phrased in terms of mockery, and lessons handed down from on high to the ignorant masses.
You should be careful what you mock, TT. It takes a very wise person to not reveal the extent of his folly in what he chooses to laugh at. And that, in this case, is simply another measure of your failure.
I'm going to assume, since you label yourself a postmodern, that you have read Jean-Francois Lyotard, in particular his seminal text of the postmodern movement
The Postmodern Condition: A Report on Knowledge (1979), as well as his
Libidinal Economy (1974). But then again perhaps I shouldn't since the entire thrust of those books is towards a statement such as 'no discourse is privileged to pass judgment on any other' - which is the very point you fail at every level to appreciate.
im just too tired to take responsibility . . . |
Then remain asleep. Who asked you to take responsibility for anything? And what are you too tired to take responsibility for? Learning to comprehend a discourse you claim to understand, perhaps? On the basis of what we've discussed so far I'd say you were certainly too tired to do that. Or perhaps it was simply too difficult. Over-reaching oneself
is very tiring after all.
But what was it
you thought you were being asked to take responsibility for? Educating the ignorant? Illuminating the unenlightened? Saving the whale? Patronising incompetent wannabe that you are, you fail even to realise the first and most glaring consequence of postmodernism as a movement of thought: that a) there is nothing for which we can be held responsible for (since narative is just that and no more, stories about the world, not real events with real consequences) and

that there is no one to take responsibility since every social actor is no more than an unwitting participant in an on-going fiction.
In the hands of an actual postmodern this can lead to the realization that irony and laughter can serve to return us to a 'moral' (as opposed to moral) universe, and a politics of civic equity founded on a real grasp of the inability of any narrative to explain the way the world is.
But you suffer from a peculiarly American disease(irrespective of whether you are American or not): chronic iron-y deficiency.
And yet, little hero that you are, and despite your avowed weariness, take responsibility is just what you do.
You take on the responsibility of showing us (everyone other than yourself) all the WICKED AND HORRIBLE AND EVIL AND BAD AND NASTY SHIT THAT HAPPENS IN THE WORLD ALL THE FUCKIN TIME, MAN.
Genocide, Imperial expansion, racial conflict, social marginalization and... and... and...
Shall I hold your hand while you go back to sleep, little hero? Or wipe the snot from your upper lip while you weep your crocodile tears you posturing infant? The point of criticism is not to show the world how clever the critic is but to bring about a shift in consciousness. That such a shift is possible is demonstrated by the relevance of Plato and Aristotle to the present, by the overwhelming role played by Kant's work on reason in the development of that passing curiosity, the individual; by the role of Marx, Hegel and Feuerbach in creating the intellectual conditions necessary for the development of Modernity and the rise of commodity fetishism (which is the true and abiding religion of Corporate Capitalism the world over).
But then, these people were thinkers and real human beings, as opposed to self-satisfied puppets jerking off as they yank the string of their own ego (do you recognise yourself in that last statement, little hero? No? Then go back to sleep, little man, go back to sleep).
you have to take an african studies course or an alternative lit course to read a quality selection of black authors. and if you get one, you've probably already read it. what about in history? cool to have a black history month. that way you can spend at least one month searching for references to influential black citizens. world of science, world of art, world of . . . why go on? as if you did not know, this western world is a white world, built on white philosophies and religions, built on the backs of two old civs, greek, roman, and every ounce of our language and our understanding of the world comes through WHITE SENSES. |
I confess, little hero, it's this passage in particular that's made me angry enough to spend this amount of time whipping your worthless hide.
Tell me, TT. Do WHITE SENSES feel hunger in ways that differ from black senses? Do WHITE SENSES experience pain, love, fear, doubt, differently to black senses? If you cut WHITE FLESH does it bleed something different to what black flesh bleeds? If you say yes to any of the foregoing you demonstrate that you are a racist, since you reify universal human characteristics on the basis of skin color. If you say no, you demonstrate that there is no such thing as a WHITE SENSE, just as there is no such thing as a BLACK SENSE. If you say nothing you admit only what is readily apparent: that you are a fool who does not understand what he says even as he says it.
You could of course say that you were arguing in terms of sensibility and aesthetic. A statement such as 'the white world can only be understood in terms of a white sensibility, the black world only in terms of a black sensibility' is perfectly acceptable and demonstrably true. The aesthetic semsibility underpinning the canon of Bach's work is fundamentally opposed to that underpinning the canon of the works of a black rapper. There is no point of communication which makes those two worlds comprehensible to each other.
But so fucking what? To say such a thing is to point out only what is blindingly apparent, as well as glaringly obvious in its absence from the nonsense you actually produced. Your entire production is a demonstration only of what postmodernism is not (an explanation) and an eminently successful presentation of your own ingrained, unquestioned bigotry.
Let me put it in words that even you can understand: to claim to be a postmodern makes it impossible to speak of such a thing as a WHITE SENSE, the former nullifies and makes impossible the latter. A 'WHITE SENSE' would be, if it could be shown to exist in any sense at all, a meta-narrative: the very thing which postmodernism calls into fundamental question.
And yet you present this impossibility to us as if it is a thing existing self-evidently and to be accepted at face value as in some way abrogating the right of the 'white narrative' to exist or be given consideration.
Go back to sleep, little hero. Go back to your dreams of self-importance and your delusions of comprehension. And should you wake up, bear one thing in mind.
Don't ever again presume to condescend to my wife, you
arrogant little shit.