Looking for "The Left" in all the wrong places: the Tragedy of Multi-level Role-modelling/Self-prepetuity, anima/animus/anime ... will be not.

 

  

Through the Looking Gal/Lass.

 

The archetypes are dead. The left killed all the archetypes. Male and female were not the last archetypes, masculine and feminine, anima/animus/anime, etc. we will, as an issue, sidestep here, but still ...

 

They're dead.

 

The left (and the squishy Liberal lump/rump left in the center 'left') are desperately seeking role-models. And failing and flailing and fluctuating and singing tenor like a chorus of croaking frogs in a drying mud puddling.

 

The Swamp (a mirage). 

 

The 1970s had "the anti-hero," the second half of the 2020s, the second half of "twenties,"  has the urine smell of San Francisco, the Oregon homeless hailing form "California," and the sound of breaking auto-glass and smash and grab acquisitivity.

 

Graffiti.

 

The "authentic expression of a vibrant ethnic community" and "side shows" and graffiti.

 

Always graffiti, but never physical graffiti. Count on it. You can't stop The Count. 

 

In Ancient Greece, ordinary mortals (those who get old and die, and have two sexes, (two)(count 'em: two (2)) were not to blame for their tragic actions. They were puppets, on a board game of flat Earth, and Heavenly Gods, or Olympian anyway.

 

Hapless puppets.

 

Today, the Gods are dead. The Idols are smashed. The archetypes no longer shine illuminated from within. They have been "assigned" gender at death, by the Left. Their gender is ...

 

Dead. 

 

Blame where blame is due.

 

I do not blame the (dead) Gods. The smashed Idols. Who is to blame in our present world is ... are ... Memes.

 

Richard Dawkins posited a through away idea, "selfish memes" as a minor companion to his "selfish genes."

 

Leaving aside his genes, let's take his Memes, developed fully in all their narcissism and malignant self-prepetuity, by Susan Blackmore. 

 

I do not blame people for the Memes they are infested with. Anymore than I blame somebody for catching a cold. Or having "the flue."

 

They opened the window and "in flew Inza."

 

Inza is wingèd  like Time's hurrying chariot. In fact Inza is our Zeitgeist in the person, in the flesh, of "influencers," and this brings us to the Right.

 

The Right has so many role-models it is superfluous with role models. It dams them up like flood control public works. Only hardly in the public interest. 

 

And lets them "trickle down" in an economy of supply-side role models.

 

The left is rife with influencers. None of them role-models. 

 

Models, yes.

 

Rôle-models?

 

Not hardly (sic). 

 

The Memes are our new Gods. They are (potentially) immortal. We are their fools. Chess pieces, pawns in their game. The "pwn" us at will.

 

Pawn ... us. 

 

 post scriptus: male and female are not "archetypes" at all.

 

Were not. 

 

Are not.