Happy National Coming Out Day

In case you missed it, we have already entered ADHD Awareness month, but if you really suffer from ADHD, it would not have mattered.  We are also told to be aware of AIDS, Brest Cancer, Colon Cancer, Cyber Security, and Depression.  And, if you were not already depressed the list goes on to include: Down Syndrome, Dwarfism, Dysautonomia, Exdyslia—excuse me, dyslexia—Eczema, Filippino-Americans, Learning Disabilities (apart from dyslexia),  Books—obviously the source of learning disabilities, because without books the disabled would not have to worry.  Want a simple solution for educational failure?  Ban Books, which they are already doing in schools and libraries.

Why go on?  You don’t want to hear about German Americans and Italian Americans—among the groups who started this fad—or National Depression and Mental Health Screening Awareness, much less Raynaud’s or Rett’s Syndrome or Selective Mutism, though I could get to like “Socktober,” if it meant that bestial airline passengers would start covering up their unwashed feet.

"The month formerly known as February" was Sam Francis' description of Black History Month.  Socks and selective mutes asisde, we all know that there is a real month that began six days agao, and it is no longer October but LGBQT Month.  And, your local schools are busily preparing for National Coming Out Day.

If one had a mind to—or rather, if one were so mindless as to want to—one might play social historian—and trace the degeneration of American culture from celebrations of immigrant ethnicities, to awareness of diseases, to body-and-soul destroying perversities.  But it is better to leave such exegetical fatuousness to the idiots who write pop books on hidden persuaders, sex roles, and the culture of complaint.  If you spend your life looking for meaning in fecal matter, you’re going to start smelling strange.

If we look for just a moment at what is really happening, we can see that since the French Revolution, governments and the government surrogates now know as NGO’s have never ceased in their efforts to construct a new religion, complete with creeds, liturgies, and holidays.  Everyone knows about the Jacobins’ Cult of the Supreme Being and the Festival of the Goddess Reason—where Reason was fittingly played by an attractive prostitute. But stop for just a moment and reflect on all the bogus American holidays Americans have enjoyed:  Labor Day, Menorial Day, Santa Claus Day (oh, you perhaps confused it with Christmas?). Columbus Day, MLK Day, and coming up soon, Let’s-All-Give-Away-Candy-To-Kids-Dressed-Like Disney-Characters Day.  

The fact that the Martin Luther King Holiday is the only national holiday celebrated in honor of a single man--Washington's Birthday is still the official name for Presidents' Day, but no one seems to know that--has been used to support the claim that minority rights are now the foundation of the American regime.  This is really not the case.  The enactment of minority rights rarely and only accidentally favors members of the designated minority.  The true purpose is to justify the expansion of the power of the ruling class, to divide the population and keep them servile.  It is the classic strategy of all despotic regimes: Divide et impera, which does not  mean "divide and conquer" but divide and rule.   Conservatives and racialists are forever staring at the surface of American politics and almost never get down to the level of reality.  That is one of many reasons why they fail to understand the revolutionary significance of the proliferation of holidays and commemorations.

In a nation with a common religion religion and common history, it makes sense to commemorate dead soldiers fallen in a war to defend the people.  But in a nation divided in dozens of ways against itself, national holidays and commemorations function, first, as a mens of keeping people divided and, second, of unifying them around a single principle of obedience to the powers that be.  I don’t celebrate MLK Day, though if I think about it, I wear a black suit to show that I am mourning for a nation that committed suicide, and I don’t celebrate Labor Unions or Pentagon pen pushers.  

Gee whizz, you must be saying if you are my age, what’s left?  

I have a Facebook friend, whom I have actually met several times since she was a little girl and daughter of a famous conservative writer.  She is now a mother and regularly posts bits of her Calendar Class in which she teaches her children the lives of the saints and the festivals of the Church calendar.  I am sure she is not alone, because I know others who are doing similar things.

A conservative Republican might characterize my argument as a false either/or dilemma:  “Why not celebrate the more wholesome patriotic holidays in addition to the religious holidays decreed by the church of your choice?”  If we still celebrated July 4 as “Independence Day,” I’d be happy to, but July 4 is now a commercialized political event staged by a regime that would more appropriately be celebrating 14 juillet.  

When I was board chairman of a Lutheran elementary school, I was charmed by their recitation of America’s pledge of allegiance to the flag followed by a pledge of allegiance to the cross.  It’s much too late for bandaids and other palliatives.  This regime is infecting its people with a moral spiritual cancer and its victims require more radical therapy.