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First part of two-part conversation with the Real McCoy, on Christian conservatives & social justice warriors, the two faces of the operating system, having problems with black people, political correctness & knowing who to persecute, homicidal UFO cults that become religions, neoliberalism & Satanism, The United States of Apocrypha, intellectual ganglands, polarization & liminality, how to integrate with a community without joining a pack, changing mores in a collective, how to use Facebook, fear of policing, childhood patterns, violence in black communities, a black Catch 22, caught between ideologies, atheistic faith, an agnostic resurgence, Liminalism, identification with knowledge, dead-end knowledge, ancestral memory, an ancestral model, the pressure of being the last descendent, what happens when we die, an infinite spectrum, the perspective of primal nature, the problem of shame, intentional brutality of the ancestors, an evolutionary transition period, the uselessness of knowledge, the signature of the subtle body, why Christians are insane, why death is not a concept, the many aspects of the mosquito experience, a knowledge-based identity, an ex-belief system, a kernel of truth inside a matrix of bullshit, disambiguation & the threshold of knowledge, maybe people and it is people, the word of science, being liminal, things to be dogmatic about, intolerance towards Christians, how the left became mouthpieces for corporate power.
Songs: “The Kommema and his Religion” by SunWalker; “Drone Refusenik” by The December Sound; “Say What You Will” by Hazelwood Motel.
“To disambiguate is to repress the threshold of knowledge.” What a sentence, I’m not sure I get it. Disambiguate, to make less ambiguous, remove ambiguities. Ambiguous, unclear, many-faceted. Repress, to subdue, restrain, supress, forget. To repress the threshold of knowledge… I’m sure I don’t know exactly what it is to repress the threshold of knowledge. Threshold implies surface, to repress it would be what exactly?
Anywhoo great talk as usual. Good job keeping at it. Many podcasts I like have come to a halt. Your dedication is appreciated.
Is there somewhere one can get some more the Real McCoy? I already found the
found the . . .?
Oh, sorry, it meant to say: I already found the podcast archive.
This episode brought me back to Stormy Weather season 1. The evolution of the subject matter is very noticeable. Got flashbacks of Mr. McCoy and yourself pondering the secret ingredient of that biblical cocktail of period blood and man juice. I would like to hear more about Mr. Anderson’s second hand store experiences. The idea of your thrift store reminds me of a past SW podcast where you mentioned that your version of hell would involve been stuck working in a shopping mall for eternity.
I enjoyed and could relate to how McCoy is just about over all the Social Justice Warriors and religious fundamentalists. He’s tone confirmed this. Interesting and honest discussion on race without the pc bullshit.
My favorite part of this episode was the theory how the pressure/strain that those of us who don’t have children feel at this moment could be attributed to the realization that we must address the acclamation of ancestors momentum. Because no one else will.
Yep, it was full circle. Funny about the shopping mall; are you sure i said working? Fortunately there’s nothing mall-like about my current “hell.” It’s really quite enjoyable. Fortunately I have short hours.
Interesting podcast. Listening from the UK and have the same feelings of polarisation and not being able to make respectfully truthful comments without being scapegoated. Looking forward to the 2nd part. Thanks!
I am always happy to hear that someone is looking forward to pt 2. Haven’t listened back yet but currently it’s a two-hour extravaganza during which McCoy & I get into the meat & bone of the matter.
I enjoyed listening to this one, especially near the end. I was chuckling quite a bit at Real McCoy’s zesty no-bullshit observations. He has the kind of edge I have in person. I do a lot of slapstick, and often say fuck and shit for punctuation. But I’m not really mean-spirited, definitely more on the humorous side of things. I see the insanity in people too, Jasun, and just as you expressed observing yourself as part of the larger picture, I know I’m insane in my own way. No doubt this larger awareness is what curbs me into practicing tolerance of others and directs me more into seeking common ground and sympathy, if not laughs.
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Dressed as a clown, big red shoes, collar magnificently frilly like an accordion, big red nose, face painted white with big blue tear drops drawn on my cheeks, a funkadelic wig with all the colors of the rainbow, I imagine galloping into a family party in the suburbs of neo-liberals and fundamentalist self-righteous types, straddling a small pine tree between my legs like it was a witch’s broom, pulling it along behind me like it was my tail. All the kiddies burst into laughter, but all the parents guffaw uneasily, looking at each other suspiciously out the corners of their eyes.
I pull a bedpan out from under my shirt, hold it suspended by a wire, and bang on it sharply three times with a little metal “magic wand” I pull out of my sock. After a moment of silence, and clearing my throat, I begin chanting, “Trauma, trauma. Drama! Trauma, trauma. Drama!” Chanting this, I begin slowly chugging along in a circle around in the room, making a big circle around everyone, pumping my fists like pistons, picking up speed, my big red shoes flapping like duck’s feet, exclaiming faster and louder, “Trauma, trauma. Drama! Trauma, trauma. Drama!” – then I burst out high-pitched, “Choo! Choo!”‘ like I’m now a train. The kiddies are delighted and can’t stop laughing, but the adults, perplexed, grow increasingly uneasy, and don’t know what to do.
As I’m doing this (Chugga chugga chugga), The Real McCoy bounds into the invisible circle like a ball, wearing oversized overalls, a hula-hoop holding them up like a shower curtain, an old-fashioned leather football helmet on his head, with scotch tape all over his face, grabs an old rusty horn strapped to his side, holds it to his lips and gives it a good blow, then announces like a herald of the apocalypse: “Baby turtles down to the sea! Most of ’em won’t make it! The childless are nuts and spores!”
Next, shoving The Real McCoy out of the invisible circle, Jasun comes leaping in, wearing a puffy shirt which makes his entire torso look like a chef’s hat, with an oversized codpiece the size of a salad bowl over his privates, and while shaking two plastic skull maracas, announces in a mock-elevated tone as if conducting a prayer during high mass: “Every ego is just a dick in disguise.”
At this the spell is broken. Moral outrage is finally ignited, sweeping those present into the lynch mob mentality. The three of us, like Moe, Larry and Curly of the Three Stooges, or maybe more like Groucho, Harpo and Chico of the Marx Brothers, take off running down a hallway, push through a screen door at the rear of the house, down the porch steps, and disappear into the woods.
Not long after, hunting dogs are heard barking in the backround.
The struggle to remember is hard, and when we forget we don’t forgive.
I’ve forgiven in my life, Vivian, and have asked for forgiveness, and have been forgiven. It can be grueling to get to the point where it can really happen, with much that is painful needing to be brought out into common space and worked out. I think forgiveness is a process, a profound collaboration. It’s not something one just says. It has to happen in the heart.
But you’re right: remembering must first happen, and agreement on what happened – acknowledgement, which is indeed hard, especially for the one who holds the guilt, who committed the wrong. But finding out why the “wrong” happened can lead to understanding that everything is not so black and white.
Someone who did something wrong, who hurt another, who even committed a crime, ripened to the point where it finally broke out. Other factors are involved which provided the conditions for helping along the behavior which led to the hurt or crime. The more one truly understands those things, the more an internal shift may happen in the direction of forgiveness.
I only speak of this on an interpersonal level. I suspect you mean much more, that remembering means remembering Christ, and that we’re all guilty and played a part in his crucifixion, and so on.
(It’s no fun when you take my clown make-up away from me.)
Excellent podcast!
Very deep insights like being an “agnostic gnostic”, or “to disambiguate is to repress the threshold of knowledge”.
The highest kind of knowledge is indeed ambiguous and “useless”, Nothing practical can be done with it, because it is not power-knowledge, it is being-knowledge:
“Thinking acts insofar it thinks. Such actions is presumably the simplest and at the same time the highest because it concerns the relation of being to humans.” (M. Heidegger, Letter on Humanism)
“We are still far from pondering the essence of action decisively enough. We view action only as causing an effect. The actuality of the effect is valued according to its utility. But the essence of action is accomplishement. To accomplish means to unfold something into the fullness of its essence, to lead it forth into fullness – producere. Therefore only what already is can really be accomplished. But what “is” above all is being. Thinking accomplishes the relationship of being to the essence of the human being. It does not make or cause the relation. Thinking brings this relation to being solely as something handed over to thought itself from being. Such offerings consists in the fact that in thinking being comes to language. Language is the house of being. In its home human beings dwell. Those who think and those whoe create with words are the guardians of this home.”
pacificinstitute.org/pdf/Letter_on_%20Humanism.pdf
Abraham is the symbol of interpretative infinitude.“ — Samuel Zinner
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1901383415
Nomen est omen! That’s my archetype!
All the best,
Abe
That was a great conversation thanks.
Maybe it´s time for Freelance Autist´s Bongo Bongo Book Club.
Great stuff. Don’t know how either of you [or anyone else] puts up with even being on facebook etc.
I left twice, the last time was in about 2010.
Loved the ideas about those who have no children, like myself. Not often you
hear new ideas these days. One of the many reasons I listen to these broadcasts.
Fundamentalism of all kinds is the antithesis of free thinking and freedom of the individual.
“Which hive mind would you like? Hive A or Hive B?”
Troubling times we are passing through. I wonder how the pendulum will swing over the next 30 years.
Looking forward to the next installment of this one.
Thanks, as always.
John: interesting dream-post enactment. Did that emerge in the writing of it or were you reporting an astral encounter? 😉
Vivian: when we forget we don’t forgive.
Succinct! It has the feel of a lifetime’s experience boiled down to its purest essence: wisdom.
Abe: thanks for the words and great quotes. Rare to hear an alternate positive take on language, persuasively stated.
Lcy: ?? qu’est que ce que ca?
KA: Time on Faceborg is endured/enjoyed (a bit of both) in the spirit of an experiment in serious play. It reaps its own strange rewards, at least for a time.
The dream enactment came out of my magic hat, of course. I was sitting on it as on a toilet bowl, a big bowler hat, rocking back and forth with my tush comfortably nestled in it like a goose waiting for its eggs to come rolling down the chute, with my elbow on my knee and my head on the back of my hand, striking the pose of Rodin’s sculpture The Thinker.
I think the thought Vivian brought up is relevant, Jasun, to the part of your discussion with The Real McCoy about heritage, our descendants, and how all that came before comes to a head in us in the living present, and we’re faced with sorting it out and even with a serious moral dilemma, if one in fact comes from a really rotten family. That biblical saying “The sins of the fathers will be visited upon the sons” has some relevance here (though I’m hesitant to bring up such things around Vivian. Keep yourself in check, Vivian, or I’ll go all-out clown on you.) This kind of remembrance also ties into finding one’s roots, that previous discussion you had with Steve Hail.
Lcy: ?? qu’est que ce que ca?
https://radio.therightstuff.biz/2016/10/11/freelances-bongo-bongo-bookclub-thugs-cry-2-part-six-the-mystery-of-the-screaming-pilots/
http://metro.co.uk/2015/12/14/i-identify-as-black-rachel-dolezal-explains-why-she-pretended-not-to-be-white-5563700/
Best podcast I’ve listened to this year. Thank you very much.
I’ve noticed the new left has many of the same issues as the older one even though it’s somewhat less un-grounded.
Great conversation, so many great points made–specifically the stuff about privileged social justice warriors being the other side of the intolerant Christian coin, and how political correctness means knowing who it’s OK to gang up on vs. who’s untouchable. Great episode.
In short, it’s the rebrand of Hayek’s antagonism towards “social justice” into a memetic slur based on “keyboard warrior” towards any opposed to “law and order”. Those using the phrase should be judged for mendacity or thoughtless repetition. Notable users in no particular order: RebelMedia (backed one can assume by British American Tobacco and Exxon), reddit, 4chan, wonky male centric youtubers, Brietbart, brexit/trump socks, Ivy League fratboys, & law enforcement unofficials tweeting from their doughnut break.
Hayek, “Law, Legislation and Liberty” (1973):
Idle speculation: I wouldn’t be surprised if this was a conscious propagation by something like the CATO institute.