I got into a war
of words yesterday about ‘nigger’ and its connotations. Actually, it was more
of a skirmish with no blood drawn and despite the antagonist wanting to paint ‘anti-racist’
slogans on every available wall and talk about slavery and black history and
all the grievances that the clumsily-monickered BAME community spend their lives
dreaming up, it is, after all, just a word. It is in common currency among certain
groups and used in much the same way as I am greeted most morning at work with the cheery “’Allo,
you cunt” and “Morning, fuckface.”
But those who
chip away at the lexicon of difference in the name of celebrating diversity merely
do the Left’s Marxist work, which is to sell grievance as an unalloyed good, attack
tolerance of this whole charade as indifference and tout an agenda of race hate
in the name of the furtherance of humanity. When it comes to words the left far
surpasses the right who generally believe that a thing should be called what
it is. The strange and uneasy alliance that constitutes most of the political
and social activism practices the Orwellian craft of doublespeak - deliberately
euphemistic, ambiguous, or obscure language – and seek to deny their detractors
the words to respond.
Thrift is denounced as ‘Tory cuts’, increased public
spending, year-on-year is similarly branded ‘Tory cuts’ and any Conservative
politician who seeks to get a better deal out of this public spending, an
increase in performance, say, is a ‘Tory cunt’. Of course the left has always been adept at selling bad things as good –
unchecked immigration is celebrated as multiculturalism; an alarming rise in
knife crime is merely the small price we pay for ‘vibrant’ communities. And a
threat to bankrupt the country in order to buy votes is simply a bid to create a
kinder, gentler, more equal society.
Which brings us, once more, to the Holy Grail of leftist dogma;
equality. How dare the boss earn more?
Why shouldn’t the lumpen proletariat share in the nation’s wealth to the degree
they feel they deserve? Why shouldn’t my finger painting and mindfulness
diploma hold parity with a degree in mechanical engineering when it comes to
work? And how dare you insist that I put my actual name on my job application,
so that racists can prejudge me and deny me my right to equality in everything?
Why? Because
equality is a crock. Equality is sold as the acme of social achievement when it
is in fact the opposite. Chains, of command, hierarchies, and leadership; promotion
up these ladders is how we - humans and
other animals - measure progress. I don't want to be your equal; I want to be
your boss. If the customer is always right, does that not imply that the
balance is in favour of him and against the equality rights of the salesman? We
measure ourselves against others all the time and we judge our accomplishments
not by how many crossed the finishing line simultaneously but by who came
first.
And it's no good
talking about equality of opportunity; human nature will skew that every time.
All that counts is coming out on top; doing the best you can in the present circumstances,
not spending all your efforts in a futile game of victimhood, bleating that
somebody else, whom you don’t respect, has judged you and declared you wanting.
Maybe you can't get to where you want to be in one lifetime, but don't you owe
it to your children to give them the best possible head start when they pick up
the baton? Forget equality; you can do better than that.
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