Freedumb and Dumbocracy: Libertarians, Dogs, Goyim, the Internet, and Last Men

By Ranty McRanterson

"I may not agree with you, but I will defend to the death your right to make an ass of yourself." - Oscar Wilde

Thanks to the likes of Wilde, the world is now overrun by asses. The Pope of Fools has been unleashed to preside over the Dumbocalypse. No one needs to burn any books these days since no one reads any books. That would require intelligence and effort. Who needs such things in this time of the internet, the domain of cyber idiocy, of the global moronocracy? Every day on social media is a feast of fools, a bonfire of the inanities. We're never far from the sadding crowd. Those whom the gods wish to destroy, they first give a Facebook account. The Pope of Dopes is elected at the Dinner of Dunces. The internet ought to appoint its Troll King of the Day, its Cyber Idiot, its Clown Prince, its World Wide Pleb. Plato thought it insane to entrust power to the mob. He compared them to a bunch of drunks on a party ship, a pleasure cruiser for dummies, sailing to its inevitable doom.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9780244980443

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Introduction

I may not agree with you, but I will defend to the death your right to make an ass of yourself. – Oscar Wilde

Thanks to the likes of Wilde, the world is now overrun by asses. The Pope of Fools, the Abbot of Unreason, has been unleashed to preside over the Dumbocalypse. No one needs to burn any books these days since no one reads any books. That would require intelligence and effort. Who needs such things in this time of the internet, the domain of cyber idiocy, of the global moronocracy? In the land of the men with no brain cells, the one-brain-celled man is king.

Every day on social media is a feast of fools, a bonfire of the inanities. We’re never far from the sadding crowd. Those whom the gods wish to destroy, they first give a Facebook account.

The Pope of Fools, the Pope of Dopes, is elected at the Dinner of Dunces. The internet ought to appoint its Troll King of the Day, its Cyber Idiot, its Clown Prince, its World Wide Pleb.

Plato thought it insane to entrust power to the mob. He compared them to a bunch of drunks on a party ship, a pleasure cruiser for dummies, a ship of fools, sailing to its inevitable doom.

Plato envisaged a dysfunctional crew who drugged their captain, made free with the ship’s stores, especially its alcohol, then steered the ship as they saw fit, going here, there … and nowhere. They had no idea how to navigate. They had thrown overboard everyone who actually knew how to pilot the ship … because they didn’t like their airs and graces, their claims to real knowledge.

Everyone thought that navigation was easy, that anyone could do it. Every sailor believed he could take the helm. He believed himself entitled to be captain for the day. The result was of course a catastrophe.

Libertarians, anarchists and democrats are exactly those who deny that people who know what they are doing, who are qualified – the captain, navigators and pilots – should be in charge.

If the people aren’t experts, what happens when you let the people rule? You get a shambles, a mess, a disaster. To let the idiots rule is a Dumbageddon Conspiracy.

If people are irrational and the people are in charge, how can the resultant system be anything other than irrational? It will reflect the madness of the mob, not the wisdom of the wise.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau wrote, Were there a people of gods, their government would be democratic. So perfect a government is not for men. Rousseau is right. Democracy is fine for gods, i.e. for individuals of the highest quality and intelligence. It’s not fine for devils, and it’s definitely not fine for dopes.

Democratic Athens accused Socrates of corrupting the young and inventing new gods. They put him on trial, found him guilty and executed him, thus proving Plato’s point that the stupid don’t understand the smart, and like to kill them.

Plato argued that if the mediocre are in charge, those best equipped to rule will never get the chance to manage public affairs. Instead, the pushiest, those with the sharpest elbows and the greatest animal cunning, those who shout the loudest, will dominate. They will take decisions in their own interests, not those of the Common Good. Isn’t that the story of our world? When has anyone ever ruled as a true servant of the people? All rulers have been in the self-service business. What is Donald Trump’s top priority? To serve America, or to ensure the ongoing success of his family and personal fortune?

The internet is a cyber ship of fools, a pixelated vessel on an electronic ocean. Idiots navigate here, there, everywhere and nowhere. The internet is what anarchy looks like. It’s a paradise for libertarians. To all sane people, it more and more resembles a world toilet, a global sewer, into which flows all the shit in human minds … an endless, infinite torrent.

The internet is a lunatic asylum extended to the four corners of the earth. The internet is a crazy circus, drowning in the tears of all of its clowns. Take a trip along Dopey Drive, the Misinformation Super Highway. Come and watch the Disinformation News. Infinite fake news is available on the internet. There is nowhere more facile and fatuous, more guaranteed to stunt your growth and stultify you.

The Pons Asinorum is the Bridge of Asses. The internet has built bridges between all the asses on earth, and now they can show each other their sweaty, fat asses all day long on Snapchat and Instagram.

The Pons Asinorum is the bridge to nowhere, and isn’t that what the internet is? Where is it leading humanity? Is it making people more intelligent, or dumber and angrier? The internet is making trolls of the human race. The writers of poison pen letters now have a global canvas on which to smear their toxic rantings and ravings. They are like dogs urinating on the corners of people’s houses, and every house on earth is now available to them. The world has become a public toilet.

In medieval times, the Pons Asinorum was said to separate the serious students from the asses. Donkeys (asses) are reluctant to cross over a bridge, and stupid students are just as reluctant to tackle hard problems and pass over the bridge that leads from the bank of ignorance to the bank of knowledge.

Internet users always remain on the bank of ignorance. They have no desire to cross the bridge to the land of knowledge. After all, that would involve serious effort, and what is the internet if not the cyber arena enshrining the path of least resistance, the road of least effort? What things go viral? – easy things. What things never go viral? – hard things. That’s the First Law of the Internet.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. The internet is the Ark of Damnation, not of Salvation. It’s where simpletons and blockheads congregate in their trashy legions to listen to the Lord of Misrule, urging them on to ever greater heights of crassness, cretinism and chaos.

The Lord of Misrule even invented a new religion to spread his mayhem … Discordianism, the religion of all trolls, hackers, autistics and psychopaths.

Historically, the Lord of Misrule presided over a mock court and received comic homage from his drunken revelers. In the Feast of Fools, low and high officials changed places, just as slaves and masters changed places during the pagan festivities of the Saturnalia. The internet is the court of human opinion, where the idiots appoint themselves the judges and sneer at all the experts, all the properly qualified judges. The natural order is inverted. The Last Men sit in judgment on the Supermen.

The internet is where the madness of the crowd truly manifests itself. It reflects the soul of humanity. It is the hideous picture locked in the attic.

In Oscar Wilde’s novel The Picture of Dorian Gray, it is said that the purpose of art is to have no purpose. (All art is quite useless.) That’s the same purpose as the internet.

The Dorian Gray world depicted by Wilde prizes beauty above all else, just like the internet. It’s a society that loves surfaces, just like the internet. What matters to Dorian Gray and his clique is not whether people are good, but whether they are handsome, witty and entertaining, just like the internet.

The picture of Dorian Gray is the most magical of mirrors. While Dorian remains physically perfect year after year, his picture does all of his ageing for him. More than that, it shows his moral corruption. It is nothing less than a picture of his soul, just as the internet is a picture of humanity’s soul, showing all of its moral degradation and imbecility.

Dorian Gray has no conscience and no morality. He has a single goal: pleasure. Everyone on the internet is likewise pleasure-seeking, obsessed with image, and meticulously and obsessively curating their image. Their real face – their version of Dorian Gray’s portrait – is never revealed. They put on the mask they want the world to see. Their authentic self is nowhere to be seen. It is never on show. Like Dorian Gray, they lock it away in the attic.

At the end of the novel, Dorian stabs his infernal picture, and awakens the servants of the house with a blood curdling cry. When the servants break down the door of the attic, they discover an unknown, repulsive old man, his face and figure horribly disfigured, with a blade lodged in his heart. The distinctive rings on the fingers of the corpse reveal that it is none other than Dorian Gray himself. Beside him is his infamous picture, now as pristine as on the day it was painted, fully restored to its original beauty.

Beauty and youth thus remain of the utmost importance to Wilde. Why else is the beautiful picture made perfect again? Humans can be discarded, but not art and not beauty. They are eternal. They are immutable Platonic Forms. However, the price to be paid for them, as the novel shows, is exceedingly high. Dorian gave not only his life, but also his soul. His art destroyed him, just as Oscar Wilde’s destroyed him in real life.

Would the human race return to sanity if we killed the internet? How can the internet end well? Civilization relied on suppressing the crazed beliefs and opinions of the ignorant rabble, the common herd, the vain and vainglorious mob. The internet has given them their voice. It’s the loudest voice imaginable, and it has drowned out everything else. It has overwhelmed sanity, reason and logic. The internet has no need of these. And that spells Dumbageddon for humanity. It’s Dumbocalypse Now!

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Freedom and democracy are the biggest con ever sold. You are not free, and there is no democracy. The internet is not where you express yourself. It is where you express your constructed, inauthentic self, where you explore the false consciousness the elite have programmed into you.

Humans are just dogs serving their masters, their owners, and rolling over to have their tummy rubbed and be given treats. Internet Trolls are barking, snarling, drooling, dribbling, biting, rabid attack dogs. One day, they will all be put down.

Libertarians are the least free people on earth. The jungle is their natural home. They are simply right-wing anarchists who have rebranded the state of people without rulers, without leaders, without government, as liberty. In fact, it’s Purge Anarchy … rule by the most violent. All decent people have to barricade themselves in their homes and can never go outside. So much for freedom.

We live in the Age of Last Men, the most pathetic type of humanity. The Supermen have been driven almost to extinction. The Goyim – the nations – have allowed themselves to be ruled by the Chosen People, the Stateless People, those who separated themselves from the nations.

We live in a post-truth world. We live in a pretence, a fraud, a fantasy. This is the world of freedumb and dumbocracy. The dummies are at the gate. The Citadel of Reason has fallen.

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It is never too late to be what you might have been. – George Eliot

It’s almost too late. The hour is very late indeed. It’s one second from midnight.

The Worst Traitors In History

Imagine that an alien spaceship appeared over the world and wiped out the whole of humanity bar a group of eight collaborators who had agreed to serve the aliens and betray the rest of the human race. Now replace alien spaceship with Jehovah and a group of eight collaborators with Noah and his family.

Any human being who does not despise Noah and his family, and does not resist to their last breath Noah’s Satanic God, Jehovah, is an enemy of humanity and the worst of all traitors. Any God that does not serve humanity must be overthrown by humanity. No humans must take the side of aliens against the human race. Humanity should exterminate every traitor in its midst, every worshipper of an Alien who does extreme harm to the human race.

The Inheritance Market

Libertarians are always promoting the virtues of markets. Very well, let’s have a market in inheritances. When anyone dies, anyone can bid to inherit their assets. The highest bidder wins, and all revenue goes to the government to be invested in the education system. Well, what libertarian can complain about that? It’s market forces – the very thing they worship, their true God!

All inheritances should be compulsorily put on the market and opened to universal bidding. The winner will of course be the highest bidder. If libertarian children and relatives can’t raise enough money, too bad. They have been victims of the precise market forces of which they are such keen advocates and enthusiasts.

While we’re at it, let’s establish a market in children. Anyone can bid to adopt any other person’s child; highest bidder wins. Well, what’s wrong with that, libertarians? Surely you’re not going to argue that markets aren’t always right, that they aren’t a glorious invisible hand that solves all problems.

In fact, let’s have a market in absolutely everything: in birth, death, assassination, war, contract killings, diseases, plagues, WMD, famine, drought, religions, commandments, police, laws, prison sentences. As the libertarians are always telling us, markets invariably know best. You can’t buck the market, right guys?

Let’s even establish a market in the extermination of libertarians. If anyone is willing to pay enough, the government will arrange it. After all, no one wants to stand in the way of the market, least of all the libertarians themselves. They will no doubt willingly shuffle into the gas chambers once the market has spoken and decided their fate. It would of course be obscene for any libertarian to oppose the free market. If you are a supporter of the absolute freedom of the market, and demand no regulation and government interference, you must accept your own death at the market’s hands, if that’s what the market decrees. It’s the infallible logic of the sacrosanct market.

Freedom?

What does it