The Seventh Spoke

The Seven Spoked Wheel of the Law, the Liberal Religion's shape, includes multiculturalism, feminism and redistributionism --the foundational unholy trinity of race, gender and class-- plus the four further ideologies of pacifism, secularism, transnationalism and lastly, environmentalism.

Most of Ex Cathedra's rants have come to settle on multiculturalism and its destructive superstitions dogmas about race, especially the groundless beatification of Blacks and the suicidal passivity of Whites. Feminism's superstitions dogmas come in second on my radar screen, as the state of Western man continues to deteriorate.

I just watched a nature pic --by itself quite fascinating and worthwhile-- which brought to mind some of the superstitions dogmas of environmentalism.

My Life As A Turkey. 
The film is a dramatic re-enactment of naturalist and artist Joe Hutto's experience, chronicled in his 1996 book Illuminations in the Flatwoods. 

Hutto spends a year raising a flock of wild turkeys in the Florida panhandle, from eggs to maturity. Not the famously stupid domesticated type of turkey we eat on Thanksgiving, but the kind that live in the forests, the kind that Ben Franklin wanted chosen as our national bird.

One of the strong messages of the film, typical of environmentalist art, is that not only are animals not the dumb creatures that environmentalists think you think they are, but they are in fact superior to you. This is the Noble Savage treatment applied to the natural world. Recognizing their virtues requires you to erase your own.

Liberal "egalitarianism" shows itself here by its duplicitous rhetoric: in order to equalize man and beast, you need to reduce man, take him down a peg, get him to think of himself as not only no better than you, but actually lower than you for thinking that he was ever better than you. (Same game with race and gender, where "equality" means the humbling of Whites and males in awed exaltation of People of Color and Wymyn.)

Doubtless species who have lived for so long have an adaptive intelligence which makes them able to survive and reproduce in their home environment. And that is no small thing. Mother Nature is generous with life but casual with extinguishing it. (And in fact, lovely Gaia's entire system --especially once you get past the plant level-- is about killing and eating, being killed and eaten...and not always in that order.)

You can come to a new appreciation of a species (or an alien people) without reflexively diminishing your own, but Liberal environmentalism's deep seated hatred of the human race, seen as vicious interlopers in Eden, requires on a psychological level the same kind of self-flagellation as any Hispanic fraternity of penitentes.

Hutto asserts frankly that "humans have no privileged access to reality." Bullshit. Turkeys do not make movies based on experiments in learning about humans. And his praise of their Buddha-like "living in the moment" vs humans' future orientation "betraying the present" is ludicrous. Without future orientation, humans could not live beyond a hunter-gatherer state. (Which I supposed Hutto would like us to return to. Eden is always there, beckoning.)

A perfect example of the blindness this attitude induces: After about a year, the flock no longer recognizes Hutto as a parent and they no long follow him wherever he goes. They begin to wander in the direction of a local farm, where he knows that there are loose dogs. In a panic, he spends hours trying to coax them away from this future danger. Without his human "prejudice," many of them would have wound up eaten. 

As with feminism's fake creation narrative of primal peace-loving matriarchy being raped by male raiders from Somewhere Else, environmentalism's complementary myth of perfect Eden plundered by evil homo sapiens retains both the archetypal and the ironically Christian* cast that characterizes so much of Liberalism. It's no accident that such a beast as eco-feminism exists. It is the unofficial religion of Vatican II Catholic sisterhoods, their real faith. They are complementary sister victim narratives, raped women and raped Mother Gaia. Man, of course, the eternal rapist.

I can hear Joni Mitchell singing in the background, lines from the haunting but insane song that, along with John Lennon's unbearable Imagine, marks my Boomer comrades' flight into highminded unreality:

We are stardust

We are golden

And we've got to get ourselves

Back to the garden

Played, of course, on your iPhone 5.

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*Ironic because the Secularism spoke of the wheel is driven by a specific hatred for the Christian religion. Liberalism is, in many ways, a toxic remnant of a decayed Christianity, full of universalist pretensions and perfectionist moralism but lacking its densely archetypal dogmatic specificity.