In my last two posts, I briefly summarized how postmodernism is really “world fascism”, that is, a re-tread of fascism’s fusion of anti-intellectualism and collectivism, kindled among socialists by the abject public moral and practical failure of Marxism. Its difference from vanilla fascism is that it organizes itself along international rather than national lines.
Then I explained the roots of the tactics of Social Justice Warriors, which is what the internet calls world fascist activists: because they are forced to abandon reality in order to maintain their religion, their attacks are rhetorical. Because their only ethic is “the ends justify the means,” their rhetoric is both wildly deceitful and aimed at undermining liberalism by a) claiming that they themselves are liberals (hah!) and b) claiming that true liberal philosophy (which they call conservatism) contradicts liberal ideals.
Because their attack is rhetorical rather than factual, the bastions for which they lust are the paths to the heart, namely authority and media. They seek to control the schools so that they may award themselves badges of authority, and the media so that they may disseminate their propaganda.
Thus they have claimed the public schools and the colleges. Thus they have claimed Hollywood and a good two-thirds of any book store. Thus they take over churches and denominations.
Thus they have been infiltrating science-fiction, the fiction of ideas, displayed by two major events: the SFWA, once the defender of authors’ rights, expelled a lifetime member ostensibly for racism. I say ostensibly because the document in question was a single response to an author who had been attacking that member relentlessly for several years.
Second was Sad Puppies, a campaign by a conservative author to get some conservative sci-fi nominated for Hugos. Even though Hugo nomination campaigns are common among sci-fi authors, the fact that a badthink author was campaigning for badthink books stirred up a hornet’s nest of world fascist activists.
Now we come to #gamergate. The sequence of events is as follows:
- A female indie game developer was outed as having acquired press for her games by trading sexual favors.
- Gamers expressed outrage that the gaming press was corrupt.
- Many gaming sites chose not to apologize, nor to deny the charges, but rather to assert that gamers were not opposing corruption, but calling the developer in question a slut because of their inbuilt sexism.
- Said gaming sites called for the end of gamers.
I do not kid. They didn’t mince words. They publicly and plainly called for the censure, ostracization, and defamation of that subsegment of the population which is identified solely by being their customers. This is like Walmart calling for the end of shoppers, or Obama calling for the end of welfare and education.
The world fascist activists have apparently lost it. And I think I know why: panic.
The internet means anyone can make a game and distribute it. Or a video. Or write a book and sell it. The fascists no longer control the conversation.
I find this very hopeful indeed.
And now I come to my point: how to fight back.
At E3, Microsoft tried to win gamers over to their new system by hilighting how it spied on you, required hardware that most people don’t want, and doesn’t permit you actual ownership of the games you pay for.
Sony cleaned Microsoft’s clocks by saying, in simple terms, “yeah. We’re not doing that.”
Make games. Make videos. Write books. Write a blog.
If you get some popularity, don’t censure the comments. Highlight the comments. Display the filth, the vitriol, the hatred that spews from their mouths. Then sit back with a mildly saddened or amused look, and shake your head.
Their battlefield is rhetoric. To win, put up something reasonable to provoke them, and watch as they hang themselves. Then, all you have to do is keep an image of maturity. Stay calm. Be firm.
Poke them so they howl like three-year-olds in public, then gently say, “excuse me please, but the grown-ups are talking,” then go back to being reasonable.
At least, that’s my thought.