A TOTAL ATTACK ON THE ETHOS OF POST MODERNITY

Radicalization is but a dysphemism for uncompromising individuation, because society can not tolerate uncompromising individuation. Why, you ask? Because by the point the truly individual project has become manifest in a person, and when it has begun working for its own completion, accumulating with every spade of soil it digs a larger and larger heap of rubble to fend off its enemies, and by the same token, acquiring with every spade of soil a deeper and deeper hole of introspection to hide in, as if a Hira of the soul... it will be no stopping to it, save for four potential banes that might stop it in its destructive tracks: heroic or tragedic suicide, assassination by some enemy, wilful capitulation to simple and comfortable conformity, some debilitating misfortune of accidency, or some slowly onsetting and exponentially blood-sucking form of self-corruption...but only from these obstacles of existence might the monolithic Panzer IV get stuck in the Rasputitsa of the world! So, when a person has realized what she is, and what it is in her life that she wants to uphold and what it is that she wants to tear down, her creativity and her pride over creation may see no bulwark... and so becomes also the case of her destructivity and of her hostility towards the other; wherever she sees it fit, it will outgrow all possible negotiation, and no pleading and no wailing may well stall her in her pursuits, for indeed, the need for purging has by then become stronger than even the want and strife for social communion and for shallow comradery, for hedonistic materialist acquistions, and for debaucherous gluttony... and her authentic spirit will start to threaten to overwash everything beyond it, beyond her dreams and aspirations, as if flood-waves unhinging its destructive water over the crops and the pastures along the river-bank... yes, and this is why radicalization is treated as if a pest, even though it is merely, by definition, an explosion of subjective potential, of hyper-individuality... for many a folk it sounds great, and it feels good on the tongue, and it is a trend in the zeitgeist, this individuality and this uniqueness, but many a folk indeed do not understand what real individuality and real uniqueness would unleash - neither do I, and that is my fucking point. To treat it as if benevolent in nature, just we love and just we are free and jolly enough, is to poke a hideous beast which sleeps in the secrecy of night with a hot iron rod! But you, you become instead jubilant and optimistic about this, rather than to feel the fear and trembling you perhaps ought to feel, maybe atleast in part, about this great inward and personal revolution, this fission between man and woman, between state and individual, between class and class, between race and race, between muscle and blood, between spirit and flesh, between cell and cell; for what comes with radical individualization but the segregation of societies, of cultures and of whole ethnicites into the fractal nuclei of a billion exponentially fragmentizing and separating entitites... Listen - I am not an opponent of this development, I am not against it per se, not at all, but I need scolding you and the culture you represent! I smite your idols into gravel as an expiation for the sin of your idealism... this is your monumental delusion and this is the Polaris by which you compass your travels and journeys.. and, worse yet, you have even managed to find somewhere within you the audacity and the self-confidence to even suggest and promote and live out this unbound individuality yourself, or indeed what you think of as individuality, and you do that as if a pioneer! And not a pioneer of heroism or creativity, but of gluttony, sloth, and cultural hedonism, and you sell it as if a product on some shelf somewhere, as if an essence of aether trapped – because that is how we ought to do it in this age of capitalism, is it not? The spirit of human heroism... captured as if the ship in a flask of glass! You let many people touch your body and you call it empowerment; you succumb to your habitual disinclinations of spiritual exertion; you wave a banner high as if the victor or some glorious and ecstatic battle – but it is colored with the sludge of cultural excrement... you say, as if on the corner of some dirty street: come now with me, come now and consume me, fuck me, feed me; laugh and shiver with me until I die... food, sex, sleep, death - is this the dream of yours? This is surely the individuation of our day, is it not? Then, by all means, whore, package it as if an ideology, good luck... surely this cowardly way out of the underworld must stink up these grottos and caverns with the fogginess of human weakness... but yes, you go on and get out there like the devilish harlot you are, sell it, your faux individuality which you have sugared with a coating of hedonism and gluttony as to lure the fools and the children and the weaklings to it... I have never before heard of such an abuse of the coming generations save for the mass rapes alongside the eastern fronts of the second world war! Let me tell you: when society claims for its citizens the freedom of expression, and even urges its population to make the best use of it, it comes with a tremendous caveat, yes, for we are free to express our individuality but only until it becomes dangerous for the other, which is a suffocating limitation for the courageous one: you may only push so far... and that is why this piece of judicial nomenclature itself, this freedom of expression, this abomination of demagoguery, is an intellectually dishonest phraseology at best, and an outright fucking deceit at worst. Do you value honesty? Then, by all means, anabaptize it, rename it, rebrand it... yes, perhaps it ought to be called what it really is, instead of what it failingly aspires to become... but what is it then, in honesty, in reality? I would say, a tolerance for certain mild expressions of shallower, greyer, more colourless and more timid variables of personality. Something like that, and really nothing more than it. That is the true face of this freedom of expression you talk and talk about until all the heroes and animals yawn from tedium... your freedom of expression is an artificial fabrication created outside of the actual human experience of it, for it tolerates not expressive freedom in extremis, rather it promotes a hoax of individuality, as if a mind-trick - it is just a fancy concept, a judicial term, a socio-cultural empty value of the herd, mostly unnoticed, unused, under-appreciated, discarded as taken for granted... but yeah, I suppose you may throw your freedoms under the bus as you wish, that is your decision to make, but what I want to say is that freedom of expression in its most honest and honorific emobodiment would mean the same as radicalization to the point of even becoming interchangeable in terms of phrase - and this is something which every sophisticated society ought not to tolerate... and we might ask ourselves then, why no tolerance for it? Indeed, for the sake of its own prosperous growth into the future! But heed though, every one of these societies, aspiring to this idealistic falsarium of utopia, wherein flowering individuality hugs with love the unhinged and unrestrained gluttony of sex and timid pleasure... for this reason alone, heed, yes, that the beasts of radicality hunt at night, and yes, these wolves whom hunt the lamb and the cattle in the outlands do so not for the sake of food but for the sake of uncompromising individuation at the behest of others innocence, which is a diabolical uproar against all, the only logical conclusion of individuation in extremis, and which, taken to this extreme, becomes in essence radicalization: yes, radicalization is but a dysphemism for uncompromising individuation.