Explaining Frankfurt School’s Marcuse’s idea on the minority dominating the majority via ‘tolerance’

Thank you Ava Lon. This, like the previous one you did, must have been hell to do, as the thinking of Marxists is so twisted.

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Canadian artist and counter-jihad and freedom of speech activist as well as devout Schrödinger's catholic

6 Replies to “Explaining Frankfurt School’s Marcuse’s idea on the minority dominating the majority via ‘tolerance’”

  1. The minority dominating the majority…

    “White Men Can’t Jerk”
    http://www.whitemencantjerk.com/

    I’m very happy that non-whites can promote a Jamaican ethnic-identity food, whilst disparaging white people. It’s like, ‘straight men can’t sodomize.’.
    Desiring hot sauce or hot sores. We get it. It’s a just matter of preference.

    But if a company promoted ‘Black Men Can’t season,’ with a delicate low salt fish salad, then every victim race-baiting hustler would come out of the woodwork, even though it was also, just another cultural truism, about tasting food. Of the delicacy of flavor, of only being addicted to and identifying with regional preservatives.

    Some mamma’s milk is more equal than others. Socialism is our strength.

  2. I commented on the last posting about this subject with a fictional scene involving a stoned professor discussing the meaning of Nothingness to his stoned students. I put him in a fake accent to show how phoney he was. I was being a bit silly because I thought much of what I heard was convoluted. Except for those in a drug-induced moment of hyper-awareness, which is usually ephemeral, it struck me as fancy intellectual nonsense.

    This time it’s different. At 3:21 the description seems to me razor sharp. The ability of a focused and determined group against a complacent majority can find advantage. The majority, caught unaware, can succumb to the clever tactics of the few. –Sounds frighteningly familiar.

    There will always be the few of the majority who are natural watchdogs. Silencing these barking dogs is necessary so requires a mechanism of enforcement. Political correctness, so well written by Stephen Coughlin, provides such enforcement for the neoMarxists.

    No wonder the Redgreen alliance exists. They use the same effective playbook. Only this time the Left handed the tards the great gift of the political correctness sword and shield that was not available to them in previous periods of Islamic expansion. So it is behind this shield that they trudge ever forward, using our own civil rights laws, and extrajudicial courts of public opinion, to stone the watchdogs into silence.

    I believe, that when looked at in this fashion, the urgency of our situation becomes clearer. We know that not one, but two well-focused groups are in play. It is clear that they have seized incredible power despite the brave watchdogs’ barking. Continue to behold Google, Youtube et al silence our dogs. The Orbans, Trumps and Salvinis break through this enforcement with peril and and with a fragile duration.

    Years ago I had an uncle. He was very kind to me and said very little. I always attributed his silence, and his world-weary eyes, to his years in a Russian POW camp. Besides, he couldn’t speak English and I couldn’t speak Hungarian. Imagine that after his countrymens’ release the Soviets made them walk home from god knows where inside of Russia. And I’m sure these men were not made plump and strong from good gulag food. I wonder how many died on that walk.

    When my father sent us over one summer in the early ’70s I remember playing chess for hours and hours with this uncle. He never once let me win. I do remember, however, that our games got longer and longer, so I must have been doing something right. Stare at anything for long enough and patterns emerge. The human mind accomplishes considerable feats by pattern recognition. It’s pretty much what we do.

    Shortly after that summer of chess with this quiet uncle I won the school chess championship against a superior opponent. Up to the last game this guy beat me handily every time, every day. I’m surprised I didn’t give up. When we met in the finals I wonder if his success had made him complacent. In a moment of clarity I saw the future six or seven moves. It was like taking candy from a baby after this. I executed what I saw, he did what I made him do, and it was checkmate.

    He was stunned and would bring up the game many years later. He couldn’t believe how that checkmate snuck up on him the way it did. In fact that game would lead to the end of our friendship. I told him to get over it. He couldn’t, and was alwayd bitter that he couldn’t change history.

    I still think he was generally a better player, but so what? Checkmate can be closer than you think.

  3. the Left handed the tards the great gift of the political correctness sword and shield that was not available to them…
    Sure they did. They just called it blasphemy.

    Chess in prison camp…ah, those were the days. Uncle Sashenka [z”l] used to apologize for winning all the time, “I practiced with the very finest minds of the Soviet Union.”

    I say we zugzwang our enemies, get them to jump the shark.[*] That’s where they’re heading anyway. Too sure of themselves, they rolled over us with no knowledge of our history or their own.

    They believe the lies that flatter them. Commies persist in the “stabbed in the back” version of WWII, and the imperialist “dirty-tricks” of the Cold War. That’s how commies like Bernie Sanders explain the failure of Leninism, the fall of Mossadegh in Iran.

    Tards and their intersectional playmates soaked up Edward Said’s revisionist history of Islam. That charlatan’s “Orientalism” segues into the invented, expansive, and thoroughly vacuous concept of “racism”.

    The verbal jujitsu we’re observing will come to a screeching halt when the shtf. Then trigger will recover its substantive meaning, and the neurotic quest for a safe-space will vanish in the headlong dive for a bomb shelter.
    ……
    [*]Deliberate mixed-metaphors. It’s fun, why not?

    • Well said, Yucki.

      As I commented on that Greta brat, when I was a kid and gave even a whiff of disrespect to an adult, when in the prescence of my father, I was slapped hard. Twice I got the belt and I remember every single instance of my corporal punishment.

      Yes the verbal jujitsu is excruciating. It’s enough to drive a person into politics, if they didn’t know better. The zugzwang commeth and commeth with a “Yellow Vest” uncompromised by commie infiltrators. Great word–I’d forgotten it. The truth will be our Checkmate.