I Am Not A Hegelian

I am not happy with my last post. I don’t really understand Buckley and his ilk, or his detractors, and I think I resorted to general abstractions to dismiss — “fascist” — rather than play with who he was and what he contributed to the neocon movement. I conflated neocons with neoliberals without explaining why. And, I didn’t speak to his irresistible attraction, now written about by tons of pundits, his affected speech, his flickering tongue, and his sibilant pronunciation of consonants. His preferred mode of transportation was motorbike in NYC, he knew he was privileged and still chose to write about the disadvantaged, and he referred to the Christian Right post-1980s as “accretions” in an interview on public radio.

Georg HegelFor all of those reasons and one more, I am not satisfied with the conclusions of my last post. The other basis of my frustration? I am not a Hegelian. He of the awful master-slave dialectic, and that terrible “p” word pomos abhor: progress.

Hegel saw the slow, steady rise of mankind as a struggle for freedom — a process that liberated the human spirit and drew the human race forward. This struggle was unavoidable, even as the object was always unattainable-an ideal to be approached, but never achieved.

Hegel thought the old world would be destroyed, and on the ruins would be built the new. This is not dual power or reformism, this is apocalypse followed by transcendence and immanence, then mutation into a different species. It’s like punctuated equilibrium instead of evolution.* Continue reading

Say Cheese

Sunday afternoon. Yuppie parents, pretending they’re in Critical Mass, aggressively block aisles with their baby carriages. Ah, Fairway.
Obama Cheese
After sneaking a few olives from their bar, I spied in the cheese display: Barick Obama from the Lazy Lady Farm in Westfield, Vermont. It was a square-shaped cheese with a dull orange rind. The sign explained: “Organic pasteurized cow’s milk, washed rind. Golden pate, soft. The sweet taste lingers in your mouth. A truly great American original.”

I was too afraid to ask for a sample.

I have nothing intelligent to say about today’s primary. When it comes to electoral politics, I am totally clueless, unable to interpret or even predict wisely. I know that the Democrats are deciding today between a woman and black man as their candidate. Who will be the most appealing for the vast red-state country, sick of a declining economy and a cheap talking president who leaves a stinking pile of steaming deficit behind?

I wish I could point to Obama and say, “he’s the man, because…” but, honestly, what does the man stand for? For “change”, and then what?
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