The Portrait of a Fascist: A Poetic Introduction to a Collective Suicide
Who is the fascist?
He, or she, or it is every one of us, partially developed or fully subsumed. The fascist desires his own repression, her own oppression, its own submission.
In the ruins of Reason, surrounded by corpses, stand the fascists. Naked, hungry, and alone, they congregate as a mass, connected by nothing except the depravity of their will.
(Donald Trump left, Benito Mussolini Right. Images assembled by TRBT Media)
Collectivities, socialized and cultured, were once by political and economic ties, through force and coercion, by physical violence and monetary exploitation. Then there was the Death of God.
The people threw off their shackles and usurped the Christian monarchies. In their thirst for liberty, autonomy, and sovereignty, they foolishly embraced new dictatorial regimes. Napoleon, for example.
Then they fashioned for themselves new governments, settled on liberalism, and trusted that their newly defined liberties would be safeguarded.
But Reason, the foundations of a New Europe and a colonial American Republic, was nothing more than an inverted God, perverted and hideous in form, a reflection of human rationality magnified into the Beyond, that cause of so much suffering and evil.
In its shadow approached the truth of intuition, the hidden mysteries beyond rational comprehension, those questions that echoed infinitely without answer. Irrationalism and emotionalism replaced Reason.
Economic catastrophe and political chaos, instability and uncertainty, rose once again.
The Towers of the Enlightenment were already crumbling; the masses were again lost, staring upward at apparatuses they now despised. Liberal democracy, Democratic Socialism, Marxism, and all the great metanarratives of modernity, based in Reason, were powerless in the face of fascist irrationalism.
Lost, scared, anxious, depressed, and ultimately suicidal, the fascist spirit emerges and grows. Nihilism uproots hope, and the dangers of postmodern incredulity are revealed. Socially structured despair transforms the will to power, individual autonomy, moral sovereignty, personal agency into a will for repression, group conformity, herd morality, collective institutionalization.
All that is needed is a voice to utter a fictitious truth, a false prophet to create an ideological fantasy, a demagogue to formulate an agenda for mass cohesion through the removal of undesirable classes and groups: those considered racially inferior, nationally distinct, and politically opposed to psychological warfare and sociological destruction.
The fascist discovers itself as a line of destruction, perpetually repressing itself and projecting its internal warfare as violence onto others. Lost in a movement toward death, He, or she, or it runs toward suicide in the name of another false god promising a heroic death.
And it is death that the fascist will find. By his own hand or another, he will create his end by destroying his being.
But this is not a hero’s death.
It is a death for nothing.
All fascists die for nothing, their wars a reminder of humanity’s darkest shadows, a sad and pitiful thing that disgusts and disturbs the deepest sentiments of human goodness.
So who, then, is the fascist?
The fascist is the nihilist realized and manifest in human form, a void, a vacuum, nothingness itself longing to return to a place beyond existence where it can never be. Already repressed within itself, the fascist submits to a herd and forgets itself. It becomes the State and the State becomes it. Void becomes filled and nothingness becomes mutated into an ever-widening circle of influence and destruction.
(Article by Alexander Fred)