Pop Culture is Left Wing

Today if you are creating art, you’re generating narratives. Narratives interact with and play off of the wider cultural narratives, in that, the people who will interact with your generated narrative will extrapolate references to, and deconstruct it in relation to the main current collective cultural narratives everyone is involved with in their daily lives. Most people belong closer to one side of the cultural paradigm rather than occupying a middle ground, and they view art as cultural object that fit in the larger whole somewhere inside this paradigm, because that’s what art is, and does. Art relates back to the ‘real’ cultural narratives we all live accordingly to.
You don’t create art in a vacuum, this is a common trope artists tell themselves and other artists when they hit a block or rationalize a vague reference or similarity they suddenly recognize in their own work that resembles another well-known more established work. You are motivated to create by the art you love and will inevitably copy something consciously as a homage or by a subconscious inference. As artists create they of course live within the larger framework of the culture, and will of course imbue their work with their cultural views.

Today (again), if you don’t specifically signal (explicitly praise or symbolically gesture approval) your allegiance to the Left’s cultural narrative (aka the “progressive narrative”) you’re deemed a “bad person” by the Left’s morals. You will be held accountable to the Left’s imposed morals. Why? well, because they have taken over the popular culture due to the Right ceding so much ground. This fanaticism by the left has made it uncomfortable for neutral parties to stay out of the culture wars. Especially for an artist.  Increasingly there is little and less fence to sit on as you are nudged by militant fanatics from the left, or: SJW’s.

I for a period of time had participated in the NeoReactionary movement, which was, as the name suggests a REACTION, an intellectual counter movement to the Left’s constant deconstructing and critiquing of Western culture (up to, and beyond, the claim that there isn’t such a thing, and never has been). It was a reaction by Right wing thinkers to the aggressive encroachment by the Left onto cultural territory hitherto claimed by the Right.
There’s no mistake about it, it’s a cultural war raging on, and the Left had all but conquered with their narrative, over that of the Right’s, by the late 60’s in the current era- continuing to today.
The culture is drenched in the shadow of the 60’s, just as politics are shrouded in the shadow of the 2nd World War. Does Culture inform Politics or vice versa?

Say what you will about politics; ideas of how humans should organize, or what should be considered acceptable opinions to voice in “polite company,” what isn’t debatable is:

The Left Own Pop Culture.

The culture belongs to the Left. That’s why if you so much as breath a vaguely Right wing thought in “polite company,” you’re instantly deemed a Nazi. Or a bigot, or whatever means “evil” in popular cultural common parlance this week.

Rational people entertain Right wing opinions and adopt them when they can’t refute their logic; irrational people attack anyone challenging their Leftist programming.

I’ve made the decision that I’m no longer going to pretend to be neutral, or appeal to ‘everyone’ broadly. I think this is a waste of time, of mine and that of my audience. I’m explicitly Right wing, and I’ll proudly wear my colors, and make no qualms about writing the stories I want to write. This dilemma, of whether or not go “full fash” with my work has been holding me back, and demoralizing as far as motivation to create is concerned –  because without this crucial element to acknowledge about myself I feel I’m doing it insincerely and without meaning or purpose, I’m going through the motions with no passion.

I’ve been to shows and conventions where people openly and arrogantly espouse their Leftist ideology as if it were the most shocking and rebellious act in the world- but it literally is the safest and most accepted thing anyone can do today. It’s called “virtue signaling.”

To Be Continued…

Whataya going to do?

Hey, how are you? I hope you’re sitting back in your comfy chair, with a nice hot large mug of your favorite hot beverage, preferably decaffeinated since its so close to bedtime. Think of the wonderful things in your life, think of the nice goings-ons, the various subject matter you laugh on and on about with your best buds. You’re enjoying life, you’re walking through the lilly fields, smelling the musky sent of a campfire, clean cut grass, even that wet cardboard sets you at ease. Not only do you feel great- you’re in great health, heck, you’re even off the drugs. Nope, no sir, you don’t need drugs to feel a catharsis or comfy in your body anymore, like you used to think you did, now you eat healthy, you drink healthy and you exercise to boot. Way to go fella, goodonya.
Wow. Hooray, and congrats. You’re making headway, this is for sure, its observable, and demonstrable with your every act. On top, like a cherry, are your acts of kindness, the subtlest of which is that glowing smile you offer to any ol’ scamper-by. They don’t realize it, all of them, right there in the moment, but you can be assured they appreciate it- no matter who they are. They file it away deep down in that shirt pocket of there’s, then later, when not a soul is looking, they take a peak and pat it with affection.  Haha, yessir, walkin’ with a healthy pace- not rushed, not too leisurely as if you’re time isn’t worth nothin’ neither. You’re involved, engaged, things on your plate- not too much though, not so much more than can fit in that jaw of yours, just enough, cut up, bite sized. Bite down, swallow with ease, taste those spices. Life’s full of ’em. You’ve noticed *wink* I know you have. The possibilities man. Popculture, yuck- amirite? There’s more to life generated by your own thoughts derived from your own experiences way more worthy of entertaining your mind, for hours. Today, tomorrow, the next and so on. Mull it over, turn it around- you’ll find that unexplored wooded path, that good friend a-smilin’ in the corner, firm earnest hand extended for you to shake. And shake you will. Those bull’s horns? consider them grabbed. You grab life, you take if full into your hand the material surface of which expands to fill the entire surface of that inviting palm of yours. Feel the poress grainy texture, the little minute feelers flicking in motion like an ocean waving to the sky. Ahh, the wide open sky- there it is, there it always is, never letting you down, without a fail- for sure. The sureties of life, that’s what you have to look forward, also the tragedy, but that’s to be expected, right friend? Those tragedies, oh geeze, those pitfalls, oh yeah, we know they’re inevitable, but you know what? so are the joys, friend. so are the smiles and the warmth of friends. Those strangers? they’re not all scoundrels. Sure you’ve got to protect yourself against the worst of them, and that means recognizing a bad, rotten egg when you see it. What are the tall tell signs? avail yourself pard’ner, of these traits and STEER CLEAR! Part of a good life is avoiding the bad, taking those measures, weight and implementing a getaway. Go on then. Get gone. It’s not worth that precious time of life you’ve got flowing through those ever coursing veins of yours. By the way, speaking of coursing life-filled veins, had you noticed today that you are indeed alive? LOLOLO- I know ya had- but where in that conscious of mind did you appreciate the lilies of the field? Some times you gotta bend down low and let those extending flowing flowers lap the upper bicep, then take a head long tumble into them. Role over and let the lord-willing sun lap that belly of yours. Feelz good don’t it? I knew it would.
When you’re done there get down to the bread of life, its never going to be a smooth glide into smiles, its hard work- and you’ll get to love it. Love the hurt! If ya know what I mean. A good days work is pain- the good kind mind you. There’s more gain than loss, that’s how you know. Ayup.
Role up dem sleaves and do your thang.