When the Left Goes Rogue. Part Three
Wokeness is a horror movie; it doesn’t really need much more explanation.
I don’t watch horror movies. I don’t enjoy them. However, today I unintentionally hornswoggled myself into watching one, from beginning to end. No, I didn’t enjoy it at all, but I did learn something from watching it. I learned that horror movies are the key to understanding what Wokeness really is.
So, how did I let this happen? Where I live, today was a grim, creepy day. Misty, with drizzle but not real rain, and low overcast. Yesterday, to escape thinking about Wokeness and world politics, I watched a documentary comparing The Wizard of Oz with the weird films and TV series from the genius director David Lynch.
Back in the day I was a Twin Peaks fan. I decided today, purely as a pleasureable escape, to watch a David Lynch movie that I had never seen before. The one I picked was his very first full-length feature, Eraserhead.
Big mistake.
Big mistake that is, but for two things: as I already mentioned, I learned a lot about Wokeness by watching Eraserhead. The other thing was learning about surrealism, a Twentieth Century art movement which is endlessly fascinating. Eraserhead was not merely a horror movie, but borrowed a lot from surrealist art.
Eraserhead is about a young man with a weird haircut (like the filmmaker David Lynch himself) who is learning about sex and marriage. An incel he’s not. He has a lovely girlfriend, and they share a bed and have a first-born. And that’s where the surrealism kicks in.
The surrealist movement went wild after the insanity of the First World War. In 1924, the French art pundit Andre Breton wrote and got published a “manifesto,” triggering other art pundits to publish other manifestos; and Breton later published a second manifesto. I wanted to quote here from a manifesto but decided that it was boring, because I can sum up surrealism in one word: weirdness. Punk, gothic, and glam rock came later but were certainly the offspring of surrealism.
So, when David Lynch made Eraserhead he knew what weird was, and he did everything possible in that movie to make it weird. Eraserhead is the nickname of the main character, who meets his fiancée’s weird parents, is threatened not only by her weird mother and father, but even by the weird chicken he is served for dinner. The girl moves in with him, and they have a weird baby. Supposedly, David Lynch and his crew have been able to keep it a secret how they made that “baby” in the movie, but for repulsive ugliness it gives the monster in Alien a run for it’s money.
And that is the secret of Eraserhead the movie, and also of Wokeness: not just weird, but horrific. Disgusting, revolting, and nauseating.
The thing about Eraserhead is that it took something basically nice, made it fantastic and weird, and then made it unspeakably vile. That is the connection, and the big difference, right there between The Wizard of Oz and Eraserhead.
In the Wizard Dorothy is a nice Kansas girl who gets conked on the head in a storm and ends up finding herself in a very weird place: Oz. She makes weird friends and faces a scary enemy, the Wicked Witch of the West, whom she confronts and overcomes, and eventually returns to Kansas, which is a normal, all-American Kansas. There are a few scary scenes (the winged monkeys, for example) but basically it’s a good film for children.
Eraserhead, and Wokeness, are the opposite. Not in the very least good for children. Weird, yes, but terrifying beyond merely scary, and positively revolting.
And that brings me to a direct confrontation with Wokeness, which takes nice things and turns them into something terrifying and positively revolting.
We can start with those Americans who used to be called “Negroes,” then “colored people.” They gave America, and then the world, jazz, ragtime, the musical genre of blues, the Lindy Hop and the Swing, world-class athletics, and an everyday way of using the English language that Shakespeare never dreamed about.
American politicians had turned the niceness of the “colored people” into something weird, then terrifying and revolting long before Wokeness, but Wokeness took it up a notch.
Consider the Ku Klux Klan, a product of American politicians, in fact a product of a particular political party. (I won’t name the party, but I will drop a hint: its name begins with the letter D.)
A reasonable thing to do would have been to end the Ku Klux Klan once and for all, but Wokeness turned it from occasional gangs of night riders into a horror movie. From silly white cone-head costumes, the Preachers of Woke in the faculty lounges converted it into menacing black hoodies and masks, set courthouses on fire, terrorized innocent bystanders, and assaulted journalists with lasers and even milkshakes. And it wasn’t just every once in a while, like the Klan. It was televised 24–7 and on everyone’s social media screen. The crowning touch was that the non-colored people, the once most numerous group of Americans, the ones who died disproportionately for the USA in every war, became the arch-villain of American life. The boy babies of every “white” mother and father were turned by Wokeness into monsters.
Have I made my point yet? Probably, but I’ll make one more: the Americans (any anyone else in the Global Village) who are turned on by weird sex.
And weird sex is what? Any kind of sex that does not make babies. For a variety of reasons such sex has been condemned by most world religions, but religions have never been able to stamp it out, because weirdness is human and human beings are human.
What Wokeness has done with weird sex is to elevate it to the level of religious sacrament. Throughout history, humans have tried to protect children from being victimized by weird sex, but Wokeness has brought it into kindergartens. Throughout history, some men have dressed up as women and engaged in sex with other men for fun or profit. Now men who dress up as women and engage in sex with other men are encouraged, by Wokeness, to profit by being paid huge sums to sell watered-down beer.
Throughout history, a minority of women have preferred to have conjugal relationships with other women. Now, in the Woke horror movie, such women are called TERFS and vilified over mass media and social media for expressing disapproval of men using girls’ bathrooms.
I could go on and on with the horror, but I will add only one more thing: the encouragement of children to seek castration. Once that was done to little boys to preserve their soprano singing voices or to sell them as slaves to become eunuchs for sultans. Now it is done throughout the West as Woke virtue signaling for Woke or Woke wannabe parents.
Are you horrified yet?
You should be.
Now that I have written this and gotten it out of my system, I’m starting to think that Eraserhead by contrast, wasn’t all that horrifying a movie. Are you thinking about a trip to Disneyland in the near future? Consider staying home, break out some popcorn and beer (not the watered down brand) and watch Eraserhead instead.