“Impia tortorum longas hic turba furores, Sanguinis innocui non satiata aluit.” (Here the wicked mob, unappeased, long cherished a hatred of innocent blood) – Edgar Allen Poe, The Pit and the Pendulum
And, here an earnest sojourner is nigh unto tears at the growing realization that a hungry wolf lies waiting at the door, has even, perhaps, already crept into the cellar. “They’re here!!!”
Oh, boy, now where do I begin?
Recently, I’ve had reason to address the various forms of extremism, the undercurrent of hostile intent, even the latent apocalyptic death wish of those in our society that, through purported compassion or prudence, seem rather gleeful at the unavoidable crash of modern industrial civilization. It’s time, folks, to take these people a bit more seriously. Time, in effect, to “wake up and smell the zombies”.
As stated so alarmingly in Platoon:
Capt. Harris: Snakebite leader, Ripper Bravo Six, we’re gonna need you soonest, be advised I’ve got zips in the wire down here, over!
Phantom Pilot: Roger your last Bravo Six, Snakebite lead we can’t run it any closer. We’re hot to trot and packing snake and nape but we’re bingo fuel. It’s your call, Six actual, Over.
Capt. Harris: Snakebite leader, Bravo Six, for the record, it’s my call. Dump everything you got left ON MY POS. I say again, I want all you’re holding INSIDE the perimeter. It’s a lovely f***ing war. Bravo Six Actual and Out.
So, it seems, the problems I’ve recently addressed are ramping up, rather alarmingly, and are more widespread than I had believed was possible. That particular point of view, the collective “death wish”, if you will, appears to be going viral.
I suppose, I’ll begin with something that’s been cropping up in a surprising number of venues and contexts: America 2.0. This, it turns out, is something of a political chant for those that believe that peak oil will, inevitably, lead to the great “die off” of human civilization. Oh, by the way, we’re only talking here about billions of deaths, no biggie really.
It’s high time, too, I suppose, that we here at ARL more directly address the subject of “peak oil” (and we will do so), if for no other reason than these folks are more fully immersed in its gospel than the Anthropogenic Global Warming (AGW) folks ever were in theirs. Don’t get me wrong, the people I’m talking about are members of both churches; it just seems that Peak Oil Fundamentalism (POF) is getting a significant boost from its own, growing, doctrine of imminence.
Be that as it may, the underlying issue is not, repeat – is not, a matter of efficacious survival of the species to these folks. It is not, we should understand, the sort of hopeful Christian desire that “all might be saved”. By contrast, it is the frequently gleeful anticipation of the sort of destruction that can only be fostered in self-loathing.
These people hate humanity, utterly. If they share any common hope, it is – as noted in an earlier post – for a transhumanist revival of paganism for the unlucky, surviving remnant. There is, apparently, no real, uplifting, personal salvation for the interchangeable, resource-consuming, scourge that is you and me.
So, by the by, I had an outing with my “libertarian-socialist” friend “Andre“, to a gun-show, as it happens. Yes, I know, it is ironic, isn’t it? It turns out that he’s just the sort to join up with this crowd. Where else might he turn? His Taoist leanings, I might add, appear to fit in rather well with the sort of nonchalance required to face the ultimate Malthusian nightmare.
This point of view, as it happens, is rather clearly articulated by Michael Ruppert, one notable leader of this growing death-cult, err, “enlightened movement”. To wit: “The bottom line to all this is that when and if mankind is able to free itself from the labels of good and evil, victor and vanquished, and especially the concepts of dominion and servitude, the only thing left to do with all things that exist in this universe will be to respect them.”
Prime Directive #1 in the Church of the Most-Revered Finite Capacity Earth, it turns out, is the rejection of the concept of good and evil itself, simply because a God of absolutes comes tucked neatly inside the package. No, the only allowable absolute in this clearly pagan doctrine is the finite carrying capacity of the only legitimate object of reverence: nature itself, which conveniently enough would include oneself. One must trade one’s fable of an infinitely powerful God for a fragile and finite earth-mother to which you are an enlightened kin.
Of particular offense, of course, is their equally perverse notion of the “dominion” that was inherited by mankind (excuse me, “humankind”) from Adam, through the Noahic and the Abrahamic covenants. To their clearly limited understanding, such “dominion” is inherently abusive to nature, facilitating, as it is argued, the unrestrained rape and pillage of the environment, rather than the obligation of a caring stewardship to which Christians are actually charged.
Again, from Ruppert’s “Compass Points”: The Die Off, as it is called, is an integral part of the irreversible collapse of human industrial civilization. It cannot be avoided. It can only be mitigated. It may be that from this Die Off and transition, a new consciousness will arise among humans or in fact, a new kind of human species: Post-Petroleum Man
Well, this sort of transhumanism is still, at its heart, just the sort of fantasy that any self-loathing hatred of God will invariably produce. Not coincidentally, it is fueled by the exact same notions that gave birth to the first Babylon, along with each and every subsequent attempt to renew the pagan dream.
To wit: There is no God, thus, there is no good and evil, thus, we are (collectively, of course) simply a part of the natural universe, and have, therefore, the only legitimate claim of godhood. This sort of circular logic will, on the one hand, argue that theism places man at the center of the universe, while, on the other hand, appropriate that very role by eliminating God from the equation altogether.
But, on to more practical matters. Just, for instance, take a moment to consider your particular apocalyptic future. On the one hand, you might get really “lucky” and get to enjoy the post-oil transhuman experience, standing as you will be on the blood and bones of your unenlightened, useless-eater, SUV driving “friends”, I mean, your competitors-for-increasingly-limited-resources. And, of course, that uplifting soylent-green “enjoyment” would be limited to your increasingly short natural life, grubbing in the muck for snails. Hmmm. Have fun with that.
On the other, if you happen to ascribe to a (at least for some) Christian eschatological perspective, whatever enjoyment you might hope for in an eternal salvation would, unfortunately be tempered by the great sadness and loss felt for those that you actually loved, but chose not to join you, mostly because it would have required the sort of humility required to worship a being more supreme than themselves.
Which road to take? And, why yes, it does happen to matter a great deal which path might actually be true. But, if you think about it, only if, in fact, there is a God.
PS – There WILL be more to come on this subject, of that you may be assured.