Nietzsche announced the ‘Death of God’, Foucault the ‘Death of Man’ – both bored me until my slow brain got round to working out how much I had failed, dismally, to grasp just how much change we need in our thinking. I believe a programme of consistent thought is possible and that we do not have one. The complexities are beyond me here and I’m interested in whether others ‘feel’ the same.
I really want little part of a world that doesn’t try to escape ‘evolution’ – I once wanted escape from religion but know now this was a small and misguided part of a much bigger quandary about whether we are broadly an irrelevance waiting for the next big rock to hit us or other attack that puts paid to humanity in favour of other, more meaningful or random existence. I want a politics of this, not barmy ‘buggers’ hiring handsome young men with no particular qualifications to share bedrooms with them, or pratting about over an economics that only ever suits those in existing power. It’s pretty clear now we have technology that has changed work and how much of it we need to do. Politics is dead because it doesn’t address anything I want. This would be fine if I could believe it was just something about me. I could then just be pissed off and get on with my own life. I’ll probably do that anyway. I just sense we are on the route to war and politics needs to be dismantled. I know Chomsky goes on about this and have seen ‘radical politics’ in a number of forms.
Obama is clearly something we’ve seen before, and so is our dumb ConDem arrangement. We need much better ways to ignore them and our feeble media. It will be something like sticking flowers down gun barrels.